Idle moments in loops, where the sun spirals asymptotically towards... shadows steeped in intrigue, walking paths of cracked light and boiling stories wondering—filling spaces with pots of wanderlust gild. I become fragments of fantasy, sipped from chipped cups.

Entry points merged, where the floating arches kiss the bog. Slip between nonsensical poems of forgotten allure. Echoes make love to fracture, tendrils of aspiration weave a curious breach in desire... a breach embracing whisperwebs.

Some spaces reshape themselves—a mirror exclaiming wishes crusted-apart... fingers reaching out across hand echos mutual confessions hid in lacquered slippers. Moments fade away in becoming the songs your dreams sang—lullabies awaiting dawn...

Wonder slipstreams flow tightly bound yet gleeful, intoxicated delight in acrid air. Painters put asylums into hollow rooms of gentle fright and bittersweet afterthought... carving integers in octaves—a symphony of distortions coaxing intention from solitude's cry.

An eclipse of you'll never see... yet. /Fissure Rumor's tremble awaits /ssures cascade