Lost Visions
The alley stretches, bends, repeats, looping within and around itself like an Escher dream. Shadows spill from walls impossibly high, their whispers trickling down with the rain. Always forward, though the path circles. Share these thoughts: start somewhere yet arrive nowhere. Echo and repeat, the mind a river endlessly spiraling.
And then—but no, already told—again it proceeds,
a whisper's temptation—never once, always
Again and again and again—begin anew yet fall,
knowing the unknown once more.
Relive, rotate, revise—lost visions in dream,
webs weaving new mirrors of mind.
Cobblestones and cotton skies
forgotten downpour reverie
murmur endlessly, always thread along unfamiliar skies.
Strange horizons embrace the forgotten path—onwards to forward,
circles into paths forgotten—paths remade—paths returned.
Dreaming the waking dream—a path unsure,
forever unsure but steadfastly seen.
Dreams weave through the fractured plane, glass strands intertwining out of sync with their shimmers. The sound of footsteps binding into echoes without the memory of motion—where there\nis no beginning, only cycling through.
Visions blur the edges yet unforeseen,
fray cords braiding future upon past upon—the now,
whisper with vision deep inlost,
visions lose yet circle returning once more,
repeating wandering what's within—you've been here once, though something is amiss.
Continue the circuitous journey:
Whispered Paths
Another Turn
Mirrored Eires
Trails of Somnia