| Blue tinge ice shatters like frozen skin on rust stained toothpicks and another year arrives with smoky breath and fog in a snow filled world. Crimson pearls lazily wind down paths of chaotic electrons while winter's dying sun fades upon trusting glass roses. A weighty cross is buried next to roots of a strawberry tree where pinecones mark an ouroborous... And halfway across a war torn world, halfway through stars a river runs a downstream course, past power plants and out to sea, out of sight into a future now. And she contemplates lunging over non-existent railings, and she decides, jumps, changes the river... | ||
| an ouroborous completes itself and everything comes to... | ||
| Resolution |