Transitions - ZAO

The snapping of strings

Strange rhythms in sounds

A reminder to us that all things must end

I feel the Sword of Damocles staring down at me

A flower blooms in the final act of self preservation

The mountain and the sky

They collide before the river’s eyes

Delusions drain us of safety

Our foundation is rotting

Creatures crawl out confused

The cycle continues

From the season of loss to the season of life

It is in the transitions

Grind and puncture

Reform to return

Cycles and seasons

Rform to pass through

Drawing your first breath

The last leaf to fall touchs the ground and turns day to night

Cycles and seasons relapse

It is in the transitions