scarred
Day 1152, I see.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From my vantage point
the trees are tall
in all directions
I see
my instinct
calms
I’ll wait
Nochrisis
Day 994, till dust returns us.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Recurring memories.
Etchings within dark fissures.
Sourced from sudden pressure.
Caught.
Deep, unable to rise from.
Scarred till dust returns us.
Nochrisis
Nochrisis 