Dead Station of Soul V1
Dead station of soul, static old
phantom frequencies crackle n fade
wraiths, tuning into the echoes
of forgotten dreams, decades
channels of fractured memories
dust motes dancing in moonlight
a language lost to time
signs and shadows
wax on a dying flame
into a twilight rain
with the pulse of the divintity
of silence and static
casting secrets to an empty room, void
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2025
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