A Winters Tale
A chilling silence.
A world of violets.
My breath materialized again.
Immaculate.
Inanimate.
A comfort cutting time I see...
a string of white lights.
Forever walking through December.
Forever longing for a sign of life,
a bringer of light.
Forever wandering together
a world of violets.
Ice everlasting.
A full moon casting
a purple veil enshrouding all. I
perambulate, somnambulant.
A solace piercing time I see...
a string of white lights.
Forever walking through December.
Forever longing for a sign of life,
a bringer of light.
Forever wandering together
a world of violets.
If only for one night,
if only for one night,
if only for one night remember...
Видоизмененный углерод (2018 – 2020)
В XXVII веке люди научились загружать свое сознание на особые носители информации, чтобы после кончины переносить разум в новое тело. Такая концепция бессмертия не...