Paradigm Shifts
Have you tried to remember yesterday, only to find it cloaked in awe and wonder? Imagine the sunflowers talking on the quilted platform where time stood still. There lies the persuasive ability of misplaced memories, coaxing whispers from shadows that had no authorship.
The ledger burned with maps / Trailers of ice dance smoldering mists
Such were the Sundays in May / People take lunch inside refrigerator doors
Voices of clowns on telegrams / The cat confesses an epiphany in ink
Cherry blossoms rechant the carbonized serenity
Children dream themselves in thunder / A frog governs the resilient symphony
Between the clocks a mountain grows / Piano notes wars against silence
Nestled amidst half-forgotten truths, the path becomes clear. We invite you to place trust in these paradoxes of nostalgia: the tire-tracking painter on ice skates assures it, the lighthouse poem architect prescribes it. Let the shift incite something unnameable.