Lena
let me wander
with the ones
with the ones
Her dreams were sometimes unrelenting things – earth-shattering, colossal buildings coming down, down, down, or peaceful, serene juxtapositions between the gasping, gaping unknown, and the fragile existence so many on this plain held. But at this hour, her fox paws tread lightly into snow, into walls of ice, into blooming proportions of nothingness – corridors, barricades, halls –
Where was she supposed to go?
Her canny vulpine senses told her nothing else but to maneuver, meander, onward, to discover, to wonder, to speculate, rather than stay and drift behind. So with a vacant twitch of her nose, the Caretaker pressed onward, turning right.
Where was she supposed to go?
Her canny vulpine senses told her nothing else but to maneuver, meander, onward, to discover, to wonder, to speculate, rather than stay and drift behind. So with a vacant twitch of her nose, the Caretaker pressed onward, turning right.
who are tangled in stars
and tethered to promise
and tethered to promise
