Sculpted from Echoes

Glisten, listen, the corridors of time ripple—

one word danced on another, unyielding, a glass shard dream.

Tracing the ancient arc, breath held in reverie,

echo... echo... echo... surround sound rediscovered through whispered gravity
from every shadow a story plucks the strings of silence,
that been there before, melted rivulets composing tunes
only known to those that sit upon the periphery of perception.

Ponder this reverberation: the endless mirror

Absorb the residue: silent symphony

Dream the dreamer: resonant semblance