quiet rings through a series of irrefutable
truths. we find ourselves seeking grace to appease
where we have none and render ourselves lost among
tribes of sound (the only peaceful breath i had
left upon my arrival back home). panting and
colorblind, our long sought after journey
begets intangible thoughts.
it feels like forever to get there.
to discover belongs in safe keeping;
stifled and blank, somewhere the skin was removed from
this body replaced by a bird soaked in mire and gale
force winds called karuna. visibility is low.