Somewhere, amid invisible chambers,
The harp of reality strums discordant.
Dreams slide beneath your thoughts,
Whispering soft lies of inevitability.

Unseen echoes dance with shadowed light,
Where certainty believes fleeting shadows
Tuatara's midnight waltz on the border fails
Between what is spoken and what is heard
Like echoes, reaching.

Tuning your consciousness
To those unseen harbors
Melding night with day
Under fragrant silence of petals
Each thought a note wilting, singing differently ordinary.

Believe in the invisible
Speak dissonant harmonies
Embrace the unseen
Listen to the blindfolded strings.