Tectonic valleys
Weave their way
Down dark murky alleys
Out of the fray
Into the celeste
Up and out
A new sun swings
From the gentle gecko’s nest
Shifty foundations
Change ways and mark days
Search for nothing
Except for the empty space
That occupies these bones
And their soundless rhythm
A prayer aimlessly confessed
Like the pitter-patter
Of the curious gecko
Who never rests
Art by Kėkė 