At a point where my body caves into pure air there is a clostrum, impregnable silence surrounding the cinder of a sinister leaf. The dark cypresses of this world root uneasily above these emerald caverns, where in black twilight I am the ashes of loneliness
Dark yet wonderful words. To be ‘the ashes of loneliness’ how lost we would be.
Ronald E. Shields said:
It is the loneliest way I could think of to describe the feeling of being lost in that vast underground cavern.