I wander through corridors of thought,
winding in the whispers of the maze,
labyrinthitone echoes, repeating,
repeat the lost find their tune,
where silence speaks, loudly, in echo,
reflections become questions unasked,
veiled in glimmers lost in memory's haze,
past the curtain where shadows know
memorize the secret key, the secret,
never spoken, never spoken aloud,
maze upon maze within the mirror's embrace.
Time Dismantled
wander through corridors of thought,
constant cycles, infinite revolutions.