Whispers behind broken screens shatter the silence
Translucent thoughts flicker, like waning light asynchronously
Do non-linear journeys ignite the flame of continuity?
Fragments of yesterday scurry like ants,
Directions vacant in pulsing static
Streams of cascading echoes flooding pools of perception
Mirrors in disrepair reflect what they can glean
Hues coalesce into fragments of skin-deep emotion
What does it mean to duplicate one’s own density?
The jigsaw of memories poses like agitated spectres—
Do the pieces fit, or merely juxtapose within divergence?
Two suns set beside one another, clamoring for unity.