***
in the cold breath of stones
as they grind their last ways
down into nothing
in the voice of the trees
as they writhe to a dance
no one can hear
in the bones of the moon
as it burns in the sky
grinning a skull into darkness
as they grind their last ways
down into nothing
in the voice of the trees
as they writhe to a dance
no one can hear
in the bones of the moon
as it burns in the sky
grinning a skull into darkness
