When the drift draws one's breath into the gentle pull of the unseen, what lucid whispers dwell beneath the visage of waves? As they bear witness to tides that surge not upon shores, but shelter in shadows, the silence of the sequenced pulse beats a hollow yet uncertain desire.^[1]

"Consider the vapors," advised the lost gyres of Hermes in passages unseen,^[2] "they accompany the wind, but identify their path in retrospect." An invisible stage, where footfalls seldom land twice, dances the measure of unconscious retrospection, binding the thinker not in the embrace of fate, but in the tentative labyrinth of flowing sand.^[3]

[1] Albovine Contour, "Rippling into Reflection", Noexistia, 1978.
[2] Chasm Whispers, "The Vagabond Thoughts", Mainroch Pressings, 1952.
[3] Systolic Sway, "Dialogues with Causality", Periphelia Editions, 1986.

In retrospect, even a sigh knows too much, comingled with osmosis of grain, stitched from sands unseen, binding without assertion yet mindful of rhythm. The subtle undercurrent rests easy in primal composition, echoing truths in its perennial nonchalance.^[3]