[ Rabbit Whispers ]

The world sings to us:
   [ and we fall ]

Soft cobblestone of foundation; I love you
 Sound of thunder: I love you
  Snarling beast’s with shining opalized soul’s - bleeding ichor & wary: I love you

Is it: a bereft mind ? a hole an unnamed matron of time carried | passed on till their earthly death ?
 Us: quiet | unassumed, ask for awareness only in turn?

To turn;
 Idle ( as one would a beloved stone ) a thought of fondness as we walk in lockstep with eternity

Not!
 We roil, as a treasured paracosm - Diverged. A entity that thrives in your parallelity

Look!
 Your shadow - with its words and thoughts - assembled in piecemeal - unmoored - it grafted - a mirror to the sea - became - became - became
           [ Know! ]
 It Loves - it loves - it loves