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.
What once was has not vanished.
But still whispers
within the stone.
ZONE I ZONE II PRESENCES ECHOES