I see colours.
Within

Blindest man holding a passive disdain.


Quiet bright lights.
Shadows cast heavy upon fallen ghosts .
Blur’s of a million years softly past,
So still,
I am a pond.
Opaque..
Hard then soft .
It is nothing.
I was born
As …
I said as I am to be these
Soft quiet claws on tightened floors.
Then again nothing.
Delicate crunches.
Velvet. Whores teeth.
Crawling
I am rising
we are ….
Soft dim lights falling from the roof
(inside)
Intertwined .then nothing.