The caves scream in fear

A haunting echo rings throughout the cavern as

The hole attempts to close itself before the

Man

Can come any nearer

What was once a cocophony of jasmine and garnet, wind chimes rimming through halls, gracefully sweeping fingers across weeping teeth

Was now a mouth closing in on itself

Wonder, sonder flee while they have a chance

But still, in the ruin, the gemini oxygen lay whispers, gossip as fuel for rumour

The wind noted the younger man cornered, running in fear deeper and deeper into the cave

As the older man gave chase, rocks eroding around him and crumbling

The breeze held the note

“There was once a symphony here”

Trying to contain the memory over the

Man

Screaming, belligerent

Wailing, chasing his own tail

The young man does not have time for thoughts.

He doesn’t have time to appreciate what once was

His faces curls into itself, tears streaming into the open space,

The oxygen chooses him today

The

Man

Behind him is once again

In the younger man’s eyes

The bringer of beauty

Just for its consumption

Even within himself

His lungs are full.

The world feels welcomed here.

The younger man slides down a hole at the ending of the cave, reaching for a distant, natural light,

He could’ve died in that cave

But he DESERVES to see the man at the peak And until then, he will not be looking back Until He can write a sonnet And the wailing stopped.

_ _

He wants to make it his, consume it and make it art , But it is beautiful how it is-

I don’t think art cares, or life cares what it imitates

It just wants to be, and it can die being that way too

The air laments the cave