"The fog swallowed the clock, nestled into time's forgotten corners."
"Did you hear the whispered obligations of leaves swaying? Their secrets like threads."
"Cogs and teeth, mingling with a forgotten seasoning of yesterday's menu."
"Is the echo of the lace connecting the moon's idea to the turbulence of quiet minds?”
"Petals never count breath. They sway, bend; they dance on a gnarled vine of the intangible."