Hell Microcosm.

Stripped of elemental virtue bare anemic witheringdesolate spiritual wasteland this hue is doombirds only squawk endlessly no melody to thought everything crawlsnow halt and mimic deathskies of grinding metal empires snarling at this pause Do better shrieks the infinite. The limbless salute with vigor rivers never ran away until nowso rise the mud whose domainContinue reading “Hell Microcosm.”

The Carpenter and Grandfather Time.

He was a carpenter for the longest time. The way the chisel carved the wood so too labour shaped his body – a plough horse in those days. Only he could grind the beans that woke the sun from slumber with sweet aroma and the nudge of obligation. The moons confidante, tireless. No stranger toContinue reading “The Carpenter and Grandfather Time.”