The Synergetic Research Gallery

April 6, 2025

art performes Today's Video art performs

the present shivers...thin and frail...upon a past of storm and strife...the future's known...a whispered tale...that chills the very core of life...the stones stand silent...tall and grey...where tangled histories reside...and creatures gather...pause...and pray...with nowhere left on earth to hide...around the aggregate they drew...a council born of fur and feather...reflected in its stony hue...against the strange and shifting weather...the wary rabbits...soft and slight...the turkey...proud with watchful eye...all gathered in the fading light...beneath a fractured...diamond sky...the crow arrived on wings of night... the jay...a flash of phantom blue...the chickadee...a nervous sprite...they joined the apprehensive crew...they gazed upon the stacked domain... and saw its twin across the grass...a mirror holding ancient pain...reflecting all that came to pass...what terrors did the carvings hold...what warnings etched by time's own hand...of chaos bought and futures sold...confusion sown throughout the land...a fear took root...a silent dread...of cycles turning...ever vast...the words the silent stones had said...of futures shadowed by the past...then high above...a piercing sound... cut through the air...both sharp and clear...from diamond facets all around...dispelling whispers of the fear...great flocks of geese... northbound they flew...a living arrow...strong and free...against the monochrome and blue...an echo of what life could be...their calls like horns across the dome...resounded in the mystic air...a promise of a distant home...a wild hope battling despair...they saw the fear...the doubt below...the trembling forms around the stone...yet onward...ever north they go...their ancient...certain pathway known...so stand the stones...and wait the meek...while skies above hold moving grace...the future known...the past does speak...reflected on each troubled face...but geese fly on... their cries resound…a northbound hope...a guiding plea...above the fear on hallowed ground...towards the dawn that is yet to be...

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