| poetry/prose |

shadow of self the meadow you've moved on night travelers now a cavern distant memory legend

now a cavern Our mutual existence... Fettered in trifle... Corroding from neglect... This vessel i hold in my hands... Withered and barren... Its spirit bled over time... Now a cavern... In need of transfusion... Too late to turn back regret... Can one's passion replenish what has been let...