the feeling of touch dissolving into the void as if it were echoing an unfathomable console, programming elements of forgotten caresses, a lovestruck paradox.

Misty whispers trailing beyond the curl of your unseen autumn leaves. Drift like smoke under canopies, stretching beyond clocks that tick but hold no time.

Phantom fingers grazing over surfaces not there, piecing together textures of memories written in fog.

A kind of ache that juxtaposes warmth with the chill of uninhabited places, sleepless dreams scribed in starlight.

Do not comprehend teleportations between infinites. Understand your amends, sealed by blind exposures, sailing vessels of nonbeing, defying currents of the ordinary notion.

Prayers stitched from atoms vanish like night-time telegrams, sent but never received...