ECHOES
Nothing speaks, everything responds.
Extinguished voices, without origin.
Skulls, inverted doubles, suspended breaths,
as if turned inward.
“…and, pressing his ear against the wall, he felt a faint tremor…”
The gaze has frozen,
time has dissolved.
What remains has no name.
time has dissolved.
What remains has no name.
What once was has not vanished.
But still whispers
within the stone.
But still whispers
within the stone.