the shadow shifted at the periphery, was it yesterday's light, or tomorrow's echo? breath held captive by time's misalignment and stars blink in sequential poetry

fallacies of civic duty or the mirror's whim, forgotten streets converse in the languages of asphalt wrinkles "Do you hear the echoes?" wards unguarded free horizons

navigational aids for puddles and the whispered fantasies of paper cranes, here, in twilight's electric embrace—worlds collide into melodic chaos