To scream where echoes should be heard
to enjoy the real walls of the cave
listening for a fire shining
nothing stirs
merely dripping.
The motion lines in this still animation
move as lips to discern a saying
a brain reflecting painting
escaped that one did to search for a song
but not an echo returning.
to enjoy the real walls of the cave
listening for a fire shining
nothing stirs
merely dripping.
The motion lines in this still animation
move as lips to discern a saying
a brain reflecting painting
escaped that one did to search for a song
but not an echo returning.
Got the arrow knocked
longing so wrongly
an awful rhythm burning
knees to be falling
yet held aloft
some wind to enter the depths of the cave.
The depths of the cave
cold reality
dialated iris grasps in darkness
green gills losing function
homology of a rabbit toothed jaw whistle buckskin.
The melody rises in riddles with runes
that would have this journey not even fill a moon
but the villagers and the bride just wonder
"will our shaman be back soon?"
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