in the corridors of mind, where echoes form and break
the sound of silence speaks louder than the loudest scream
paths intertwine and yet never connect, a dance of one's shadow
fleeting reflections of what was
the clock melts yet time stands still; moments stretch in taut reverie
endless wandering
are we lost or merely tracing the lines of our existence?
echoes, whispers, secrets lost in the folds of thought
always already begun, never completed
walls converse in hushed tones, speaking in tongues of the forgotten
a single step forward, retraced in the next breath, becomes infinity

spirals and circles, the spiral circle of life
memory laps upon memory; a sea without shores
paths diverge, paths converge, paths within paths
where the path ends
is the beginning of another thought
paradox of being, a maze without ends
look closely, and you shall find the space between
between the lines, between the echoes, between the breaths