Organic Animation

A mind handed down in forgetful afterthought;
tossed to the wind and left to float on
endless sound waves.  Her fingers strike fear
in the cores of her strings; resonating cosmic
vibration to the hearts of nameless transients.

Separated by annual oceans, one wonders at the
souls dripping through the cracks of a
fractured society.  Why so many are bound to
fall, while a small few reach the last solid
ground in the macrocosm.

Twice damned in a flawless rendition of
organic animation; she enters the dreams of sleep
for a final performance.


[20:18|29.11.012] ©c.thomas.carter