S a l e t é I V

When we reach the sea.

Feathers litter this place. Do you still believe that those lines were vines? How have you never choked before? Was it merely luck? Or are you cursed?

Can you jump between tapestries? Or is this the one for you? Have you decided? Was it ever your decision?

Backwards legs and hidden faces. They hold no flowers for these places.

If you listen well enough, you might just hear them singing.