ARCHED (part 6)
Footfalls,
Echoed whispers.
Slow light
Pools.
Names
Fading slowly.
—-
A thin, cool shell.
A golden cup
For space.
Earth wells up,
Slow bubbled bliss
Under flags and brass.
Carapace,
Remnant, skull.
Outline echoing
Slain god outstretched
(still dreaming),
Vines growing
Through splayed fingers,
Fingers growing into mountains.
Eyes full of light
Coruscating, kaleidoscoping,
A replaying of memory
And sound.
Illumination of dark corners,
Interface and intersection,
Cavity.
Heart
Evaporated:
Chambers
Of song.
—-
Stone’s song:
We, eloquent in edge,
Tumbling meaning,
Disguised as the living,
Guiding, naming,
Numbering the dead.
A condensation of merit
And tears, and beating blood.
A lithophone, an organ
For reverberation.
A song for endless sleep,
A cradle for dream.
An approximate eternity,
Outwearing centuries.
simonhlilly 
Leaves me breathless and speechless to wonder at such construction!
“stone’s song”
“lithophone” Nice word/concept.
A mesmerizing pairing of words and images. 😉
Thank you!
Thanks!
doorways to grace. what a breathtaking post. tony
Thank you, Tony.
I literally can feel the ambience ! Everything encapsulated like the soul.
Souls enshelled…..
the floor to the ‘seed’ /nut
and the little green men
interesting co-existence
or something else one wonders