The Dimensions

Time escapes, drips like honey around clock gears, each moment a celebration of loss, a fracture
Psychological windows shatter
A tapestry unfurling over windswept echoes of forgotten melodies

The Idea of Nothingness

Is this absence, the quiet that meets us in long corridors of infinity?
A guernica of sighs dancing labyrinthine doubts over feathered shadows.
Lift, ascend, dissolve into photons.

Turn the page
Chase the echo
Map the distortions