dolomite
clutch your relics while compound interests decay in real time, what else to do in fever dreams of waning dynasties? manifestations cackle alongside us, soothing our lingering grief for the pale horizon. all’s left on the chopping block, grooved indent where our heads lie, wax of moon smoothes jagged stone. demise declines to play the role ordained by scriptured lore. remnants abound, the path forward appears, irredeemable to expectations of bloodlines ran dry.











