Time drips like melted wax down the curves of a sundial, each lightfilled orchestration curling above forgotten graves.
Fragments arrive—
Velvet whispers cross the swaying branches,
mirror-shatter sparkles when blue applause exists between shadows
clusters of dusk cradled around unsettling nocturne symphonies.
Where were we when time folded, remembering the taste of clouds?
Each heartbeat whispers memories lost × lost yesterday infinities, forgotten buttons sank in oceans of voices unbidden.
Take a moment beneath the regenerating void — as earthly shades whisper to antique sun specters, shards of history interrupt the pulse of mere seconds. Into the night, delve deep.