The Crescendo of Silence

Whispers of glass, perceptions too fine
To hold the gravity of breathless illusions.
In endless corridors where corridors breathe
And echoes speak in folklore complexities.

Density of the floating thing, caught in logic
That is itself caught in conversation without
Leavings or arrivals. Imagine the furthest intent,
And what was imagined was what morning borrowed.

Choose wisely if you must;
Reflect on legacies unwound yet eternal;
Or dissolve into the confusionspace.