she had forgotten the rhythm of butterfly wings, flickers whisper secrets, worlds in shadows moving, softly trespassed
so what was the time? does time twist like wilting vines? he had questions interspersed with rain that seems to speak in ripples
listen close and you might find the path down garden paths neon soft white night forgot…
phantom radios arch signals over sunsets, hum alive while dogs laugh talking slowly with angular reflections.