Weathered wounds it cannot hide 2023 Oil on Wood
No blood, No bone
Just like I wanted to be
To places vast and void of fear
A spark can live though endless pain
Grace amidst the squall
All thing converge
Within the cleaved divide
The weight approaches
Empty winds come and go
And pressure molds
A strange, eternal borderline
It pulls, it pulls, until it breaks
A staircase carved in brittle stone
The siphon's own veins
It's rules are etched in waters fields