When the waves were growing higher
I had Lavender
When the clouds were growing darker
I had the Bougainvillea

In my internal eleusinian mysteries
The rose and the apple tree
Were my healers
And Skalario
Was my hope made of stone
I like what remains. Like sediment, Ash and an echo. This is a forum to talk about that which remains.
When the waves were growing higher
I had Lavender
When the clouds were growing darker
I had the Bougainvillea

In my internal eleusinian mysteries
The rose and the apple tree
Were my healers
And Skalario
Was my hope made of stone