hill blocks view

hill blocks view
and other signs
half moon
bodies are vessels of hope
salient skin walls
stumbled upon bones
bleached white
glowing in the silver gelatin night

courted by the sounds of this nocturnal scene
distant throaty calls
croons, murmurs, moans
enwrapped by this clarified air
like some sacred lung
resounding deeper tones
surging, retreating
renewing, repeating
under a cochlear spell
listening for
a heartbeat
a tether
a place to rest

(words and photo by brindella)