whisper floats in azure absence
why are clocks mansions of dreams? the floor melts
into questions without windows echo echo —

glance skims across the hopeful void
lamps converse with the uncanny moon —
do shadows ever sing when they pause?

the silence inside always unravels
dance legs are gravity free —
when does a thought become a helpless horizon?

once a bell tolled for a silent leap —
echoes grip hands with the unseen sky
fly don't she whispers...