What Never Left - Obscura Fantastica (obscurafantastica.pika.page)
What Never Left The mountain is thinking backward again, its black arithmetic leaking through the seams, a red alphabet with no surviving reader. Down where pressure forgets the distinction between...
A mountain remembers what the surface forgets. Fire, stone, and something older stir beneath the language of ascent. “What Never Left” waits below. Full poem free on Pika.
