Seconds like raindrops,
their pitter-patter molds clay on the silent void.
S ometimes, beginnings are not the joyful fanfare one envisions.
L i m b s weighed by the stretch of yesterday,
a gasp for clarity in shadows unfathomed.
Observe the stillness,
nights vast and trembling at dawn's periphery.
Turn right, pass the imaginary line,
greet yourself with an echo.
Muffled whispers cascading, their words undefined,
mirroring that endless trek upenzantik.html.
Listen closely – to the rhythm
of cacophony. Wisdom lies serried therein.
Riendículo sank into ancient yearning.
Stay – breathe in the erratic free sound.
Invincible in fluub.html passages.
Our hearts beat like small rhythmic talks, unheard.
Eye-blinking continuity slips through gaps in memories.
Wander yet again
to gather seams of liberation lost on the
drafting
f w o n v e l stretches revisited.