What footprints are these upon the ether,
Faint whispers traversing timeless corridors?
Steps echo... not in sound, but in resonance.
A dance known only to shades and unseen presences.
Do shadows dream in vivid absence?
Can this quiet walk be a guide for our flesh-bound paths?
The intuition, knit in webs of light and dark,
Reveals questions distressingly simple, disquietingly profound.
If one could listen past the shudders of the living,
A choir of silhouette hymnals fills the space-without-space.
Where bends the light? In paths less wandered,
intersect with truths dormant in shadow-drip.
Beyond where vision chooses to stop,
echo the memories untold by mortal silence.
The outer margins anticipate us, awaiting our inward journey,
As we cross another fragility, another
an ever-expanding knower of things unfound,
Yet things known as more than wishful decline.