Footsteps echo
the glow at end of paragraph not yet written
footprints leading nowhere
can see the solstice
breathing under breath of fog
You turned left where no path exists
yet glow ensues
prelude of things forgot overnight tales
Messages lost, found between sheets
person left desk\n\n\nAnother time, misplaced respite while scrying otherness
who listens knows unknowns

statistics of yesterday's non-existent dance
shivering numerals glow anomalous content
decipher not, only taste
there's calm between hues of lists sung on midnight narwhal dreams
prospects twine