A hunter trapped in human pretense

2/12/25

I rest until the next overture. I am interlude. A bridge between moments.

An incandescent roar spills from our tongues.

The strings obey, a tail swings

Time falls out of tempo.

A hunter trapped in human pretense

2/12/25

I rest until the next overture. I am interlude. A bridge between moments.

2/12/25

An incandescent roar spills from our tongues.

The strings obey, a tail swings

Time falls out of tempo.