Crashing in between blooms
violet in their separate moons,
we summarize our own ruins
Heartlace, ebony base.
The strings of your song are withered, yet long.
Beating at tether, minding the nether
entropic veins are sewn.
Seen last, along falling light. Cast,
like shadows into melting dusk.
Semblance of weather and, story-driven center–
“leave the fan on blast.”