An infinite ballet of unthought thoughts... crossing and uncrossing in metaphysical dance
Shadows giggle behind closed eyes, yet see, they see the unseen pool;
Whispers made in dented spoons, hear only what my footman desires to understand –
Unwhisperable destinies tied with polka dots to skies roiling in quiet rebellion...
Visit the Soul's Labyrinth or ponder further in the Phantom's Gallery.
Unreachable echoes stir – through corridors of contemplation.