Pathways of Unsung Shapes

once, there was a whisper
in the void,
tracing over muted triangles.

scattered lines, footprints
embarking on journeys
without beginnings or ends,
sketches in the dust,
echoing forgotten geometries.

listen —
the circle speaks,
but only when halted.

interstitial arches, clad in elusive mist,
call from their paralleling void,
an invitation
absent in curvature.