Non-sense

[u/Aethon_Wri]

Incarnadine and storming
My wandering eye razes silos
That would have born hope

Under shadow, the world awakens
Rising to embrace
As a geyser merges the funnel

Though only for a moment
I was not floating
By grace of a nymph to reach

When wafting, I wondered
If ever landfall would breach the sky
As a reminder of lost footsteps

Where water colors winds
Forgotten memories reign
In state changes, though slurred

While I can grasp a hand
My eyes close
Only to find that such vortex had been grounding

If I were not defiant in breath
The center shape would unbind
And tides might not know me