The silent whisper of sliding sands,
Parchment remnants beneath the shroud,
Recalls forgotten tongues in a dim twilight,
As if time has chewed, swallowed,
And only fragments remain,
Words like glyphs echo amidst the void.
Remember forgotten horizons?
Shadows walk ↘ through peculiar paragraphs,
The echoic embrace of calligrams,
Dancing like ephemeral strands from a twisted thread.
A delicate dislocation, reminiscent of soothing lullabies,
Murmured in recycled air, yet cling to whispers threaded below.
Here rests the essence,
Recapture the impressions.
Come; take part in ephemeral foundries ripe with empty
incantations and shadows of past wanderers.