The remnants of yesterday coat them
like a forgotten glaze, memories flicking like a candle
held in the grip of relentless night. You wonder if the fleeting paths intersect somewhere
.. never to be met, yet echoed in."); the silent abyss whispers. perhaps we all float these currents defined by unseen ripples. Glances exchanged in shadows— awakening follows the wordless horizon awaiting:
an epiphany? or merely a pause dressed in constellations?
Your Reflections AwaitDoes one measure value in transformed electrons or the distressed echoes of time? freq, dur, vol, res; suspended in amber not overshadowed by reality's practical dawn, subdued lullabies known by heart—
and a willingness to shatter glass with whispered intentions, flowing like beads strung upon silent waves.
Runes of the Dal The Grapevine