Whispers of the Forgotten Stone:

Cradled upon the mountain's brow, I know naught but descent. My surface whispers secrets slowly eroded by rain tang, washed beneath the tilde sheen of moving metal.

Held captive in the quarry, I always hear dreams of grind and powder.

Confessions of a Lonely Chair:

Adrift in an empty room, longitudinal burdens bore me respite in parallel lines unbroken. The tangential thoughts gravitate;

Do you perceive them? These humble weights—formless, unspoken? I boast no gravity of my own but silently hold those ofothers.

Seek the lost vibrations that inhabit their forms here: Margins of Thought.

Dreams of the Desk Lamp:

Daylight abandoning me sore; infinitesimal memories flicker beneath my bulb. Harrowing pulls stretch lifewires toward cosmic epiphanies, yet I remain tethered to surface forms.

They do not understand the illumination tethered but draw forth amongst papers dusty and yellowed: Light’s Bound Challenge.