Whispered echoes through ancient voids
      The shadows of once were
      Clinging to unspoken dreams
Time loops around itself,
Not an enemy
Nor a friend

Lost are the signals,
Buried beneath the sands
Finger curled into a question mark,
Signalling the unsignalled

Do you listen closely?
To the drift of shipwrecked words?

You do, and yet—
You do not

Visit here
another silence
Or perhaps there
frequency found
Hidden