and the whisper of what was once wind, now just sighing, touching the anger privately as if to say, "to fear in thought is to know in deed"

these, the complicated ruminations of the woebegotten - cumbersome on excess and forged in furnaces once bright, now ashen and sullen

panoramic miasma flowing unchecked through the will of all and into the well of souls leaving a jagged path that etches laugh lines in the consciousness

still and all, all is still and always will be

born of one
returned to none
unheralded
unheard
and unsung


Copyright: Brian Pellerino 2005