Under twisted branches, storylines are graphed
whisperings trace the outlines of forgotten ink.

Lost tongues chisel truth into stars,
constellations reciting verses in unrecalled melodies.
Armatures ground in sand, shifting
amidst spiraled prisms of coherence and void.

Forgotten Trails - maps blend with tales,
their edges tinged with dusk embers.

Gaze upon layered layers of meaning,
almost there, fractured smoothness lies.
Abstract hieroglyphs! Decode what never was said!
Arcane Paths
Ethereal arrows of silken hesitation
Tangled webs whisper clues
into the echoing room where they were born
isn't happiness just misplaced? Or observed? Or...