Much like a clock without hands, we wander breathlessly through, spirals in the void,
time tangled in webs, yet motionless.

Echoes skip across the silent waters, broken verses cauterizing dreams, do the shadows follow you
or, unbeknownst, lead themselves accordingly?

Waste no thought on the clearing foreboding crescents, poised above. Open the door, seamless
if you dare breathe destiny present.
A destination shimmers guided through vein and tune.