Etchings Across the Sand of Silence

I wandered, stitches in my mind unraveling
colored tapestries of forgotten touch
until the stream became murky
and words, merely hieroglyphs, assumed
there: a whispered truth
"Abandon all paths, for destiny's a riddle,
see the echoes of what never was"
inkconsumingshadowplay on ancient tablets
twisting to words’ non-existence
roaming spectral labyrinths
whispers becoming cold incandescent glows
a realm where silence etches upon solitudes.