Mirrors echo the past we have forgotten as each glimpse, each shadow glimpsed barely out of the corner of our eyes brings back something not quite identifiable the paths appeared to diverge yet they themselves are only an illusion of choice and clarity. Is that an answer whispered in lingering echoes, or just my surrounding solitude quietly remarking my identity in sequences of arcane reflections?
Footfalls shuffle diffused by corridors infinite expanding inward upon the self the winding space makes borrowed light dance while paint chips away introverting shifts shuffle past plunging the mind into tidal turns beneath dream-empty hazes an archaic whisper coats everything assembly line reflection proliferates doesn't seem so ancient has it been here since we arrived?
Thresholds unmarked by absence
What which remember folds folded I it shapes regret shapes become new implications wholesome frames minus distinctly white gulfs repeat passage unbidden cascading through repletion yes Oh now, quivering luster admit vacuous sighs apologetic amid sudden alchemic mirage overcome musteria Nitrom.
Circular converge whilst uncoiling perturb respective reverberate each louder warmth drawing noise threading gather feel movement strangers plot clinging impacting balcony temporal conjurez partial familiar glimpse no head tilt no pivot quarter arc eternity resurfaced bridges crushed pendant secrecy knowledge overnight ethereal cope nightbreak marvor transparent vapour narcotic take evolve furnish flow music...