By – Stephen Harper
I once fell.
After gazing down through it’s burrowing darkness for so long.
It drew me, succumbed me, chanted my name.
I entered through it’s matted nest of roots, bursting its seal.
Down I spiral, soil entering my eyes and mouth, the sharp undergrowth clawing my skin.
Stopping occasionally to grasp breath, then continuing until there is no light.
Its labyrinth is endless and no map will fully show me a return.
Upside down surrounded by gold foliage, I finally yield.
I close my eyes and listen to the echoes above.
‘Incantare’ is featured in ‘Autumn: The Melancholy & Mental Health’ – Available Now