II | SACERDOS from TRIONFI by ANAZANAUT
These depths veil the secrets occluded beyond the reach of mortal consciousness. Only the refraction of intuitive inner light illuminates the recesses, glimpsed in a haze of shadows and barely perceptible nuances. The great grandmother resides in the well of ancestry, communicating only through obscurity and vague indication. Her wisdom is too ineffable to find expression in common parlance. To comprehend her is only possible through an intimacy with her abstractions.
Walking with the broken rocks upon the heaving thrust of mountain echoes, movement becomes challenged. Something may have taken hold here, but its residue has since faded into the dust of winds long blown away. Though memory shards crack and splinter through the ice age history once foretold, there are now no more than fragments upon a beach receding beyond the breaking waves.