A metaphorical exploration of the non-linear stages of healing a ‘fallen’ state. From dwelling in a pandemonium, to the inception of hope and the restoration of strength to rebuild, and ultimately finding sanguinity in a seemingly hopeless place.
001_GENESIS
In the beginning, darkness seized light and remained fixed in continuum, quelling suns of truths within our souls.
Opaque winds swallowing hope whole & retching gloomy dawns cloaked in turmoil . We remained forever suspended in black holding on to sullied clouds.
002_THE CAVALRY
Time, the cavalry. Carrying in her mouth ardent flames of rapture to warm our nests gravid by incessant glacial nights. Promising a renewed peace to gleam in vales shadowed by death. Horrors of hell abate in her palms, as hope brightens paradise-lost.
003_ HALCYON
We remember no glory in the dark, breath bouncing against the grain. Feet pulled from miry clay planted on rocks.eyes pried & tucked away from dusk as we drift forth trusting all will settle beneath us. As ordained by Time, we erupt towers of new light.