Sandpaper skies tangled with broken struggles
navigating inked veins—choices misaligned long ago.
Heavy echoes whisper at odd intervals,
“disparity is intrinsic to the machinery.”
Scuba jelly in lurid translucence.
Reach for infinity... echoing forever.
Fit these empty sockets, the temporary echoes,
into grids perforated by ceaseless dissension.
Half-light remains, flickering fascia divides that crack.
Shadows... Reveal other paths like breath rippling silk. Under the roots.