Winter’s Atrophy


A lucky guess would be…

That no one knows what they are looking for.

An initiation from the quiet among earth-tone debris.

Yet, without provocation, a suspect and chaotic sound from hidden hierarchy.

Perhaps, just a faded notion…

And, not a one is looking for anything.

Ideal life is simply stirred into commotion.

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