Modulus Archives

Once upon the axis where silence folds
The dreams of steam rise in spirals
Echoes of yesterdays murmur
In pieces too stark for the light.

Memory serves the equations unsolved,
A modulus of low whispers echoed.

In rooms left agape, shadows collect,
Pages flutter on moths’ wings,
Holding the twilight of long-forgotten:
Sentences pinned to authorless time.

Seek paths that linch beneath star-bridges,
Step sideways where the ground splinters,
Forgotten cosmic journals await:
signal-weave, paradox-lumen, the archive itself.