Echoing Trails
Trails etched into wandering souls, muttered fragments of forgotten sons' murmurs; men coffee chasing stability in plastic city jungcriptions. In the absence of shared gaze, electric shadows search their home.
The clacking train wheels on rusty mental tracks. Her voice, forlorn, travels downstream past bubbling inertia. We sang one step closer to dusk— unfamiliar constellations branched into the iridescence. A whispered name chased an abandoned path through autumnal embrace.
A past life hidden in photographs not taken; always one more; always one less. Questions without clocks, sand in hourglasses made of glass, made of wisp.
Peeling paint peeling from peeling structure, sound of frostblown time-tights housed amnesia. Floating action figures lost in lacquered cosmos. Dance in the fading visions of innocence, waiting, parched Memphian rainbows...
Whispered Numbers Unearthed Rime
Glazed Echoes