Under the willows of time’s woven dream,
speak the forgotten notes of ephemeral chairs,
their unmended screws unsettle dreams.
Once a whisper upon the silken wards:
"Boundless patience lies in drawers unlocked, yearning to speak their untold baselines."
Echoes from the bodies of soulless marionttes,
toys speak sigils brittle yet elegantly ambiguous.
Furnitures quietly conspire:
"We knew the dust before its descent, we held the truths behind every fixed leg."