listen closely enough, the earth itself might hum a tune long forgotten in the rhythms underfoot, a path neither walked nor paved yet recognizable in its own elusiveness, a thin line between now and eternity permeates the shadows cast by thoughts, ambling in undefined spaces where certainty exists only as doubt's shadowing force...

...and perhaps, amidst the labyrinth of fleeting sensations and perennial cycles, you may hear the jests of ancient winds, tricksters of past echoes playing games with sounds and auditory illusions merging into symphonic expressions of their own disregard for linear narration...

narratives crumble like sandcastles besieged by the inevitable tides of consciousness, here fallen bricks of forgotten sentences counterpose aerial trails shaping tales never heard in full or part; perhaps words - simple effigies of ideas burning silently in the shrine of uncovered moments...

might once have traced stars in patterns beyond today's constellations, forevermore foreboding if remembered unremembered hence; and so anticipations drift in the waves, waves, waves unto all eternally unmet shores // echo and reply // yes or no //

perhaps the winding key turns backward now, reversing the kaleidoscope's dance - fractal prismatic shards of identities, floating, calling...