Static. White noise. Deafening silence, overflows; trickling webs

Morning’s sun, subtly dulled. So perfect does enact such shattered souls. The mist - delicate,

Palpitation pressure flow. Insides flinch, break-beat, grow. Clotted frizzies,

Sundown upon me, meandering amongst them; enchanted, midst the dimness, inveigled by their mighty sway. Whirring winds

Day after the longest, lounging to sounds; traffic drone, plucks from strings swelling in the whispering

Cloaked in cloud, milky fullness, gleams but is not seen. A silvery shepherd,

As if a storm cloud burst. Leaves… Plumes of them across the sky. Bu… Hazy colours. Crimson, orange, go… past. Delicately brushing my face,… my senses. Such a beautiful scene,…

Twitching instinct snapping clarity, dry eyes dazzled, puzzled; blinking,

Day’s brightest star alights upon… breaking the horizon. He wakes; black mane, tainted auburn, sheening as he snuffles, shuffles,

Subdued and moonless, breaks the dawn, delivering the year; boisterous gloom, percussing panes,

Tempered breaths, lids sink, sealed, Solid spine, grounded deep. Hubbub hushed,

Glazed veils, overflow; crack, with surging chills. Briny despair, on the verge of eruption,

Magical silence, frames soulful melody, woeful beauty, endearing refrain. Chills nip my spine,