In invisible ink upon the canvas sky,
unseen contrasts brush heavy cumulus thoughts
leaping incandescent through a crackling distance.
Memories uncurl like the fog above: elusive,
woven from whispers dangling between melodic stitches
aghast to know the song that plays your intangibility.
As serenades sneak beneath your skin's edge,
feeling the rate of rise in the air's altitude,
touch lifts phantom feet on a speculative line.
Songs dream in reverse—uncommon,
yet breathe through nostrils engaging default rhythm,
recipes for dreams forged in dissident twilight.