Rang like a bell

The echoes reverberate, proliferate

Cacophony becomes him

Sound and fury

Thirst and hunger

Conflicting as the lines of patience and impertinence penetrate everything

And he regins down on black wings

Bringing void into every sip that life has to spill

“by the time you see where they are connected, it will be too late” she says
but it is always just a little too late
And resonates
back and forth through the temple of self

Absolving everything in the taste

The smell

That takes them back, centuries, millennia to a time when that vapor was fresh and new

When things did not ricochet in and out of their heart

Refracting everything into so many colors

Allowing Every fragile ripple to amplify.
in a world where every whisper
rings like a bell.