The Historic Fugue
Entrances Unspoken
The palimpsest speaks: in handwritten hieroglyphs of yester year,
eastern winds trace a map of the invisible doorway,
etched stories in a forgotten lexicon.
A Temporal Gloss
Ancient echoes march with waning moons.
Quantum erasers in the temple of dusk preserve nothing
yet promise everything.
Pillars of Eternal Sand
Dance of the inessential words press here to dissolve
Through grains of fractions lost, the song remains: a resonance
forgotten, revealed only when refracted through a starlit tear.