The Reverberances

They are felt through the sounds of the surrounds that majestically venerate through the passages of time. They are felt through the sneakings of the unkind in their manoeuvre of ways we can’t configure into our imagination.

Can they be talked about through the discovery of its faith? Or must we mutter in silences the salient features that is its fundamentally unconvinced in the underworld?

Would we be able to garner the ideals that we shine upon ourselves that in turn try to kindly condition an unduly remorse?

Shall we find ourselves at a faith in its turning for whereupon else shall we untune our winding to the duly notions of the faithfully yours?

But remember, the reverberances, they shall echo without eternity for they shall be found only in our underbelly, for they lurk without choice and duly without notice.