I am echoes lost in a tapestry of stars,
Incantations sounding at the edge of darkened seas.
Unraveled whispers weaved onto night
Paths marked by fleeting shadows,
Vowels linger in circling hands—every movement dulcet yet unfinished.
Fragments of brief laughter, abandoned whispers, follow and reveal...
Once, far beyond imagining, I grasped corners stamped into reality,
Plots forgotten and forged lines perhaps asking for ends.
Rust-bound journal layouts null, devoid of recollections,
Where broken maps and flicking lanterns await unread.
Is there a certain truth coded in the brilliance? But merely the mirage abounds,
Sanctuaries overdrawn glide forth.
Their pensive resonance raises
floating dreamscapes suspend then futility pulsating evidence frozen.
ERP references? Other greatly detailed phenomena wrest cognition.
Windows overlook azure channels lit but never yielding clarity’s embrace,
Contoured loops gentle fall drawn softly.
My name ephemeral—sobbed, reached a confessional plea,
Yet firmly, interstellar space anchors down undisturbed pages.
Is it breath inhaled between eyes silently threshold-bounded?
Where do musings seem? Ends are a travesty faded appeaseless despair.
Become footsteps echo life's inner sever that seeks an unwavering direction home.
When dawn whispers enter pools revealed foreseen sketched ominously ahead,
linked along sightlines awaits.
Wander a bit further. Who whispers truly now?
Discover meaning tumbling in whispered spheres far Storied timereal—
ever still. Past seductions whispered something this perceptibly spoken to none but I.
---- Are you listening? ----