Poem on a green-greyed phot of a rotting tree stump: EKPHRASIS OF THE SOUL, LOGGED In an uncatalogued place within where procedural existences fade and mycelia reabsorb the bygone, a chance chat relogging old memories crashed me into a postmortem reboot where emboldened hauntings recompiled. Shameful odors of rot twisted my heart: emotional tempests long since dead, scattered images of transient berths which bird-like I once called home. True decomposition takes decades, requiring deep surrender to softness and the will to fully crumble to become. By EchoGnomics
"Ekphrasis of the soul, logged."
Prompt credit roll:
#WildWalkPrompt #rot
#VssMagic #haunting #home
#WeirdMicro #Uncatalogued place
#GrimScribe #procedural existence
#DawnChorus #postmortem reboot
#BraveWrite #twisted
#Emoetry #emboldened
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