a single feather spins, choosing a direction Lost Trances

windows trade their glow for breathing dark Lost Trances

temple courtyard sleeps beneath thin starlight Lost Trances

ceiling cracks map places i never returned to Lost Trances

our arguments curl upward as thin smoke Lost Trances

no one cuts them down, they slowly turn to stars Lost Trances

caravan bells answer the crackling hush Lost Trances

strangers pass through the place you once occupied Lost Trances

ash lifts, twisting into pale green sigils Lost Trances

my questions hang from the telephone wires Lost Trances