Having wakened the uncanny stillness, the heart feels the tremor Every heart doth speak in murmurs and looks feverish in ashen demeanour Forgotten interpretations rise up like many serpentine births from obscurity Speak of them in fear, scream if the wild desires push the soul to speak of scarcity Careless joys never last; like walking on broken shells abandoned somewhere Almost gripped by the unseen … Continue reading Mystery Unravels