at the crossings are echoes

and the roads unfold beneath silent stars, and the heart sings to ancient rhythms.

• shadows cascade, an endless waltz
• listen to the bristling hum of distant whispers
• "step here," they beckon the wanderer

when one can almost hear: the converging patterns synchronized across expanse, how strange to mourn for what’s unsought, the traveler penned:

Fossils and Silences

The echo of what might have been bounces in the empty hollow of what is. A snickersnee, the malady turns with the curvature of thoughtlessness. Begin the journey devoid of maps and timelines.

find solace in non-arrival.
accrued they'd bravely fall—emending naiveté’s error.

find others along the ruinous trench
confusion fresh and exquisite

homeward-bound, yet infinitely else
gather light

Ephemeral crossroads, dirge departed``