Physical poetry, blood's soft song, an invitation to a place where no one belongs.

Memory's labyrinth, a wavering line, a narrative etched in time, stored in archives of the mind, forgotten, reborn, intertwined.

Echoes of moments upheaved, rocks scattered, stories conceived, ground untouched, by whispers broken, raw, amorphous, undefined.

The arms of trees, soft, sublime, whispering secrets in the breeze's rhyme.

• perfect nonsense
sensible imperfection…

• hopeful, soft, radically undefined
fragile threads of memories bind…

• Silent, serene, the past unseen…

The collective body, a reservoir of dreams, houses echoes of uncharted experiences coursing through its blood vessels.

The soft mechanics of existence hum in the background, and in the liminal spaces between there and here.