KmiLO AxErO

09/15/2025

soaked black veins of city stone,
the rain worms writhe, pale and alone;
their fragile bodies trace the seam,
where thunder breaks a concrete dream.

01/31/2025

lines converge in silent flow,
’Mid blackened squares that stand so tall.
Teusaquillo in shades of woe,
Yet light and shadow dance through all.

01/21/2025

step echoes, hollow and low,
Disappearing into the mist’s soft glow.

01/19/2025

it a trap, or a cosmic art?
A net for dreams, or worlds torn apart?
Its intricate weave holds secrets untold,
Stories of futures both dark and bold.

01/19/2025

and bone in a fusion of dread,
Its skull-like visage, where hope has fled.
Eyes of crimson, a piercing flame,
Whispering tales of the end by name.

01/06/2025

rise, both strong and worn,
By hands of time and faith adorned.
The pit, a sentinel of yore,
Reflects the skies forevermore.

01/05/2025

#“Grain whispers spiral in timeless flow,
Where fourth-dimension shadows glow.
Fractal beings, luminescent, fleeting,
Wood and cosmos quietly meeting.”

01/01/2025

of tiles in black and white,
shadows dance with light’s soft might.
Shapes repeat, a pattern flows,
a quiet balance the image shows.

12/31/2024

subtle beam of light streams through the window, piercing the night’s darkness. The glow casts soft, elongated shadows on the walls, creating a tranquil contrast between light and shadow. The moonlight filters through the curtains, highlighting the delicate texture of the fabric and painting the room with a serene, ethereal ambiance.

12/29/2024