The silhouette of memory extends into the unknown
Shenandoah of sensations not seen but felt
A phantom corridor visible only to the reverberation
Each junction yawns into widening branches of possibility
Silence hums a blueprint in rhythms unseen
They move without moving, glimpsing shadows in the periphery
Forgotten paths scrawled by the intent of wandering
Whispers trace pathways, secrets strewn along invaders
Wanting, they become the unnamed echoes
Approach the labyrinth within...
When all touch turns to air, breathe in desire, breathe in shadows
Scratch beneath the surface lightly, where integral absence births
Understanding within the wandering flight