iron chairs, comforting silence swallowing echoes, grasping willow's weep,
lucid midnight reflections dim-dim the the edges blur,
dreams strangled like worn thread unwinding into—a whisper.
textured realities dissolve—come ashore soft, agitated mirage,
unfolding fitfully like a map carved too early,
corrupted spaces swirl, repeat—loop—echo of fog.
lighter than shadows, stick-limb goldfish swim in carousel memories, tempting tomorrow’s skin, a colorless gale blowing crystalline cobwebs, maze facilitators sit waiting, foredoing thought on scattered porcelain, unreal eyes perceive; pulse-pulse-stumble through mirrors.
cat feet gliding, a staggering ballet of time cloaked in dust; liberating fractures collude with laughter that aches, trembles once and blurs, seek seek-blink, connections flow into voids—roots intertwined, ephemeral sailboats riding down puddles distorted by yesteryear sky; do not touch the blossoms, they echo uncanny frantic dreams.
wander through echoes