Unlock the door the morning hasn't seen. Twist it counterclockwise to align, then reverse.
Numbers and words dance in the sequence of opposites, compile, memorize, obliterate.
Paths diverge on every whispered word, every shattered glance. Do you see where they tease?
Essentials are illusions. The art is in sufficiency, proficiency in the maze of nothing.
When the clock strikes ideas, seize without thinking.