Using the folds of amber to freeze time, between the title pages of the ebb and flow of tides, it captures the iridescence of love as it fades. Those metaphorical lines of poetry that fell into the stars are unnamed love letters dried on the moonlight prism, watering thorn roses with liquid milk, and letting the solitary whale swimming in the wasteland sink into the deep sea with phosphorus fire in its mouth. Each word is a micro flame of the world, but it illuminates the cracks in existence into eternity.
Purpose: Anthology