The sculptor breathes once
Releasing formed perfection...

Aloft, I look with darting eyes, scared of fate...
A sound...

Their tears
Drenched in sorrow...

A whisper, a breath...
...soothing and fresh. Stretch out and reach with...

Quill quivers and quakes
Above the naked parchment...

Alone.. I look up with wide, suspicious eyes...
I can hear them; their stench, a palpable puss...

Tender
Flower blossoms...

Lights spark and fragment on a salty sea.
Questions flitter behind strained, tired eyes...

My wish
Squirmy plate of...

Rugged rock face slips,
revealing a sequined dance...

Cascading f
................a...

A quill quivers its indelible write
His libretto beats with every stroke...