Echoes reside in shattered symmetry.
Listen to the invisible and touch the silent.
A visage glimpsed in distilled chaos,
unseen but vividly remembered.
Mirrors split themselves
only to become reflections lost in time.
Turn your gaze cautiously.
Each thought, a drop of echoes,
where whispers and words twine intertwined.
Watch the mirror
perform its slumber dance,
where glass believes it's sky.
Fractals breathe in
lipless murmurs, conjurations of quiet light.