The frost and the echoes, frozen echoes
within the mirrors of silence
Memories carve paths through misty corridors
weaving webs around unheard whispers
deja vu dances along these paths
and doesn't recognize its own shadow this time
An interlude—another breath, captured in memory when the room twists—NO, I mean the corridor
both room and corridor dissolve in perception
Silence is an anchor wheeled inside
but it forgets to hold itself down
And here is the center, and here is nowhere. Center is an illusion, like holding water
or shadows—that cannot be
but somehow always will be
never mind this paradox it's the silence
a circle complete yet open-ended
Navigate beyond names beyond boundaries