bird skull lies
A bird skull lies cradled in the dark earth beneath the table, its empty eye sockets mirroring back a fleeting image. The bone is unexpectedly weighty—cool to the touch like river stone, yet holding an unknown density of years. Each layer of soil seems not to mark endings, but rather cumulative forces slowly defining shape; warmth rises faintly from the ceramic above as attention drifts between dissolving sweetness and consolidating ground. Subtle oscillations now replace swift movement, suggesting a quiet resonance within accumulated strata.