the sun's gentle scream

buried beneath snow, fire ignites silent whispers

the clock forgets its rhythm
we become
the shadows
of time

balance whispered through static

erratic waves wash upon thought
circles of chaos nesting in elliptical dirt
wander

questions become stories
dance of the double night
cryptic unity

echoes on echoes, nightmares coding our paths in cosmic ink
discover

progress is an illusion
the paradox of movement
navigate