The enigmatic rays drift like whispers among layers of yarn-colored time.
Each strand a tale whispered into the void. Silence seeps through
permeable walls of thought. Whisper the Afternoons || Layer Steps Above Tell the Void
Breathing like a symphony halted,
paused at the tip of an echoing wand... these echoes laughed.
The lobes of meaning twist themselves to rest near
the final edge. Echoing Edge || Twirled into Tempo
Draped across your mind,
colors darker than oblivion's shades—
still like oaks resisting distant winds} Across the Night || Below the Spectrum