Glimpse #472: Notes from a Phantom Limb
The unseen, grasping at thin air, holds power only in its absence,
A faithful echo in this realm of the lost touch. [�]
1. The Itch: It comes not from nerves but ancient whispers
Reside in nowhere, yet scratches everywhere.
Ask Patience about questions left unconcluded.
2. The Case of Socks: A conspiracy theorist would say
The phantom wears better pairs - only ever claimed, never seen.
Consider socks, claimed by those who walk without feet.
3. Assembly Required: One must build illusions themselves,
A shadowy spectre parts far and wide—an architect of displacement,
One mourns the invisible
In broad, ironic directions.
From science fiction comes the tale: A revolution primed by limbs from the fabric kingdom.