"The headings of dawn break unwillingly,
Mirroring shadows that weren't,
Might not be ever be,
Ever every whispered echo 
Confusing, perplexing, decoding,
They walk. They walk by.

Jumbled sentences slip through cracks,
Like fingers obfuscating realities
Drifting through corridors of new sense,
Lurking near your Thought-Lock-box.

Why ask? Why seek?
Treading softly over conscious cobbles,
Tendrils of night breathe,
When do question marks smile
And you hear it?
In these cracks, grooves, lines, overlaps,
They weave messages.

Silent breaths amongst the metaphors,
Bending towards an unknown frequency,
But no! Resist, sustain,
Images formed within a prism of thought.