
vulcan mechanics






For more information about this project please see the following page: https://onbeingbecoming.com/the-end-of-language/

For more information about this project please see the following page: https://onbeingbecoming.com/the-end-of-language/

The beat of the
windshield wipers begins
and holds steady
as the dark clouds
of the worlds concert hall
slowly open
to the rhythm of the rain.
Passing headlights
provide the light show
joined with
the whoosh and hum,
a tire chorus
on wet pavement.
Spring’s early morning
experimental symphony.
Dark clouds slipping
through the cold gray skies of Spring;
Winter lingers on.
Splashes and Rivulets.
The rain dances then flows
washing, cleansing the
streets and sidewalks
by lamplight
while the city sleeps.
The sins of Winter
washed into the gutter and
time moves slowly.
I stare impatient
by the window
waiting for repentant Spring.





















Where once was hope ~
Now only dark expectations.
Will hope return?

Night comes darkly
Bringer of dreams and nightmares
Floating in space

Flash of excitement
A thousand stars fading from view
Dreamers wake to light
Your music moment is by Mazzy Star – FADE INTO YOU
from their 1993 album So Tonight That I Might See.