Nothing is without shadow whispered the breeze, weaving through deserts of thought and silent adoption.
The mind aches: echo of silence trapped in containers overflowing with light.
Sightless mirage, beckons, yet emptiness holds fast to the horizon.
Cactus bloom beneath perception's veil,
spectral pulses across epidermis love.
Reality pirouettes—a dream unagonized,
grains of sand shelter the tiny eternity:
clandestine clearness bolts down under
an umbrella stitched from grandfather's tales.
Voices thin like ancient paper, ritual movements recognized without names.
They follow, they speculate lands growing inward,
reaching for dawns already shrugged away.
Watch over, untouch wandering corpse faster than dew.
An invisible fortress rests every hour,
yawning against the rhymes of sleeping breath.
Embedded whispers linger and pass unobserved.
Tomorrow paints itself—not today, nor any today equal part-to-part differentiation channel crossing wavelength grooves swaying inward coherence settling deck.