Earth Children.

I walked freely after the dream, as if everything sensual had the volume turned down. There was a new life to be coated in, an arborium to tend to. The soil smelled of roots and wood in its infancy. And while the actions we shaped our umbral bodies into were vulgar and banal, the ancient call through each other’s being was deeper than language, deeper than symbolism. We were all that survived when gods named new law.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Well Well Well If It Isn't Lana At the Crib.

Is this Your First Time Closing Alone (Graveyard Shift)

some new place.