
Refugees find asylum in a manor bereft of scrutiny. This offering does not come freely, and those entangled may not be able to withstand the cost.
Hieron Ensemble
"An almost full moon
Whispering 'swallow me whole'
Like a beast whose reflection
Is not from a mirror
But a door"
"A unity of convenience
A touch in the void
Her breast, my lips
Complete strangers"
"You gave of yourself irreplaceably,
Now your form is transient like a prism
Doubled and tripled,
Unwilling to relinquish beginnings and ends"
"Our memories, Grief’s hostage
Soaked in starless sobs,
Skyless and wailing,
Pitch-dark"