Kairos
the sun grows distant in the grey-striated sky, a hazy stole wads the lacklustre barren crofts, immured by deepening shadows, the lichens and squamous excretions of crestfallen trees acquiesce to the mauling jowls of languor. then, in a trice, lifted from the hardening soil, manes laced from aurous phosphenes foulder across the wearisome pall, flinging vestigial stabs of conscience cold-eyed into the venal ingress of the bygones. cleaving the fabric of time and space apart, the flaming bosom of this eidolon burgeons evermore ardently through the effluvium of crawling chaos, and wounds invultuation s that stumble on her wayfaring. for, beyond the mephetic parhelia of febrile lures and gibbous mirages sprawls her feoff in stark eloignment from mundane designs, illumed by a twin of lodestars, wellspr