Ilana Welch
A History in Tense
A History in Tense
Distortions on the disruptive nature of the world
In creation of vast indifference that rattle the souls
Who stem from infinite forms awash in the filth that became this world
Were art, having been lost, forms bitter taste on tongue’s tip
Creatures race in ferry to escape the haunting shadows
That fill the muck with untapped potential that errs to send us all’
Down to the meagerness that formed our ancestors
Down to the pits below