In the corridors of silent echoes,
the whispers echoing within
an erratic pulse of yesterday's dreams, fragments scattered
across the hollow void of time.
Imagine a dance, dewdrops on infinity's edge
spattering light
in a kaleidoscopic trance.
Consciousness spirals, coils and
→ A void, a gap murmuring
like river droplets, swimming in chaos
Braided echoes echo within echoes echo
Cycle of the breath through realms unseen
The spiral keeps turning...