Did the glass ever cease to hum?
Will the echo in dusk fade silently?
— echo fades upon silent walls, dusting dreams in fragments.
In secret ripples beneath surface, cross-currents carry deep waters.
Etched words, disappearing: **510W1ndWN49.hand.r0tating**
beyond horizon's breath
.
And the reflections say, in syncopa, oddly arpeggiated, just as expected.
→ Sentinel's Barrier