The Corridors of Spectral Light

telepathy opened; somewhere else. silent knowing, the flicker of candle talk across voids. realization: roots of truth, non-linear, yet singular in source.
a corridor revealed under lunar fingers; forgetfulness perished here. streams of intuition drift past. anchored thoughts in: the peripheral light of dawn.
shadows find familiarity in echoes, their dance matched. a reply, siphoned through dimensions. contained lunacy, a flickering sigh in the distance.