Mirrorless spaces echo with the absence of form,
elusive reflections that catch the unseen gaze.
Where does the silhouette wander when confronted
with only whispering shadows?
I spoke once in the unbroken daylight,
to listen for the reply of those lost in the sheen.
The absence hums a silent tune,
transcending beyond the lintel of recognition.
What stories weave without reflecting light?
Who sees the watcher behind veils of obsidian mist?
Entry into a purity of forgotten lands,
grounded in neither self nor image.
Keepers of intangible apparitions roam,
between moments dangling away from touch.
We shall never cross paths again,
etched reflections in the depths unwritten.