Hold on




Withered soul

Traversing emptiness

Broken toothed wasteland

No music

Howling, twisting


Embers in the ashes

Dying, fading

All light a memory



A single point

Above the desert

Red star

New, but

Oddly known



Soul is bathed, answers

Strange syntax

New meanings?

Hold on

I’m coming


Soul flares, rises

touches star

Soul becomes star

Star becomes soul.


This story tells the same way from both perspectives.





Words and image are mine.







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