Here, time bends; a new array of thoughts emerge
Stray beams of light
Breaking through the thick fog of yesterday.
Tales yet to be told, trees still growing quietly
In corners of our mind, out of the bitter, stillness.
Connectivity wanes as the feral thoughts descend
Piercing the rhythm of content existence—
Nutrition from the void, sounds that whisper secrets
About the cosmos and its fragrant debris
Peeling layers, become the sustenance.
The stitches across time hold us together deftly
A calibration needed, yet unachieved
In ephemeral pulses lie answers,
Choices evolve, not as decisions made, but as breathing
Life turns in spirals—both conspicuous and mysterious.