The body is a vessel,
an echo of existence,
resonating in silence,
where the heart beats
with a dissonant harmony.
In the labyrinth of veins,
metaphors become corporeal,
entangled in sinew and thought,
a dance of shadows
across the mind's canvas.
The tongue weaves
a tapestry of whispers,
each word a thread,
unraveling the fabric
of muted symphonies.