A yowling wolf resonating
consonant with the phonetics
of all the buried timbers of their tones
unmasking the repeated voices.
The wind swaying with an intense inflection
about the moistish allegory
flowing like a cascade
reaching out to be read sequentially.
The imbricating yarn, layering
the different shades of sand
sticking on the tear tracings
making it look like a continuum
of a past, present and iteration.
A shadow overpowering a shadow
refusing the pall to incline in a sanctuary
too eager to expose the correlation
between the birth of another
before the demise of former.
The fingers prodding the sodden soil
exhaling while being choked by
the hefty heep of fortuity of replications
that makes it a nugatory extant letter.