how many creases in the scroll does it take to unravel a destiny?
folded words bleed through time's opaque veil, linger at the edge of existence
ships once set sail on dreams uncharted, their anchors lost in yesterday's caverns
in the echo of circling echoes, listen quietly
the whispers return, ancient capitalizations cutting silence with their teeth
see now
wings woven from recycles of past lies,
hiring passages christened under moons of forgotten laughter
sustainable the habitable ream
we become yes became
unspoken gravestones whisper addresses unnoticed
nowhere homewards supposed
destined delete, a static function restored through error
integrity checks how poetic