One day, your skull will be as empty as a conch shell on a fence post,
full of wind and gentle quiet.
Today, it’s a cauldron of ghosts.
Flesh and electricity.
Water and memory.
A machine that makes reality.
Now. Here. Your skull is the garden where fact flowers into meaning.
– The CryptoNaturalist
Acrylic on wood
6″ x 9″
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