- Vol. 04
- Chapter 05
I once believed you could would guide my silence. Each venture of the tongue, hollowed in contoured ring-shape diligence slid the graying death of what your fingers
Nothing, now is sacred.
Much more, now is a population of alabaster philosophy.
Though you reach, the brittle shadow shows what weakness sounds itself into:
hope, that in many days from now, the gray will strengthen into fathoms of what my original, colorful need