A spark of recognition ran through them as they tried to gauge what was already known. He sat watching her eyes searching the void between

All secrets are witnessed when two noble souls do begin in compacted perfection that dubious connection called marriage. She swallows his stories, his bits of

Where walls are made of eyes stacked in rows, a crooked little person obsessed with balance, moved through dappled shade just at the edge of

From the ground rose packets of mist and the moon hung low over treetops. As rolling clouds drift past, stars emerge from hiding and crickets