Reality Quilt

Through the folds of time — tangible as whispers, heavy as a feather. Below our thoughts, mired in meticulous sleeplessness, sprawls an unmentioned universe.

Mirrors hold stories not told but foreseen,
perhaps, surely, laid bare in forgotten silence.
Dreams attempt the climb,
whispered paintbrush swipes — sighs soft,
echoes marooned, from one reality to the soviet embrace of another.

Threads looped in cobalt embrace, defying the empirical spun in desperation, architect of unseen paradox: Glazed tapestries of tomorrow colored with yesterday’s aspirations.

Unweaving The Hidden