j o h n  r o s

the moment through light and sound. quiet flickering of each in synchrony. subtle melodies playing their rhythmic dance-tunes set across the sky. cut line in purple as mountain marks the divide in sharp and blurred reality of the divine and mortal.
at the same moment, the blurred activities mark for themselves as wasted decaying fragments in soil — slightly decomposed, dye running into earth like blood or oil. decayed as the breath or air might be from times spent waiting.
another moment came when answers seemed to give sight and notice to the fog. little might be known or questioned at times like these, but the timespan seemed important for hunting and gathering — balancing the sights and sounds of freedom cries and death tolls.