- Vol. 07
- Chapter 09
Image by Khadija Saye
to spell
unseen but
present—just listen—
feel currents
wind flowing
chords that cast ancient songs as
if from everywhere
the parting
of curtains the still
suddenness
of the light—
flowers falling like rain—leaves
rustling into birds
what signs are
given, what words call
both to grief
and healing?
where do the fallen find breath,
feathers—conjure wings?