Near the brim of chalky oceans,
outlines of mountains complete in white cardboard,
covering and distorting any horizontal view splattered with,
what in contrast is seemingly tasteful, brownish tinted twigs and lumber,
the heavens have descended to our planes,
even if in any contemporary sense 'earth' may be what is ascending.
Soft colours, namely yellows and peachy oranges, flourishes; twirling - joining - mixing; manifesting in a peaceful nature.
No sense of time seems neccesary,
the moment reached only seconds ago has been welcomed with open hands and gratitude, everything that was, is finally at peace.
Swift gushes of wind approaches to the right of our vantage point, carrying leafs of what was; a reminder of temperature - reinvented as ultimate!
Everything is ultimate; the silent epiphany of no sounds,
yet there exists melody - nothingness; solitude is appreciated.
Terror is looming; crisp layers of despair: their underlying smell - harsh:
"For how do I come to know what restrains