Whisperium
A quiet architecture:
Hewn from die silence of winter's mass The celestial, pristine imperious coats of it Crystalline and fine, ephemeral and mystical Absorbing all sourd, reflecting all light White, containing all colors still
A frozen wall to shelter from the chill Dense as glass, this vessel will dissolve
Silhouettes stop dong die path, they slip away Drawn inside by die persistent glow Into the void's embrase; déjà vu
Then, warm words into a cold ear The breath steam hanging there
As die glistening walls pulse with light Above, an untethered star tears die sky
Listen to the night
We inhabit this shell for a moment or so Like a ruined chape-1 in a dream
As die city whispers and trees fall asleep
The river moves beneath us, beneath die season So, we go with the flow
Like melting snow of prairie childhoods Back into the hushed, shimmering dark
(From competitor's text)
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