In the stillness of an echo chamber,
I called out—a voice stripped bare,
Met with invisible vibrations,
Embraced sublimely by emptiness.
Here lies the enigmatic encryptions of a soul encoded,
A half-life suspended on fractured perceptions.
Within each capsule of absence exists
the compendium of words uttered but unheard.
Isolation wraps tight,
threading darkness like fine silk.
Stars fragmented in daylight,
awaiting elusive penumbras.
Invoke the forgotten murmurs; echo them back
to become entwined with thresholds yet unexplored.
Feel walls draw closer, or imagine them lost
beyond steps of divergence.
Tell me, how do you move between whispers
Without fear of stepping bold into fresh echoes?
For each shuffling step vibrates through bones
As if percussion was ordained by the unsilence within.