the explosive trauma from the future sends shockwaves backwards rippling into the present echoes of the stark violence yet to come haunt me knowing spirits look and sigh unable or unwilling to speak static whispers their concern over the phone in those silent moments: eyes of an invisible host wait and watch the silence is hungry for the explosion blury visions of the inevitable -- not a warning simply a mournful path of the fulfilments to come |
w o r d s. |
e-cho |
