Category: mörk borg

Wolves of waterMight of blind force Living movement of sunlight Currents churning The reflecting edges of the shale Soft rains pierce hard marble Heat seeps through the silver There is only mixing and dissociation Nothing remains What is the life that I have chosen? The wave-shattered hull Theseus in the labyrinth Hunched in a cave of broken myths Ship of Theseus by Jute Gyte Dragged off…