“I”

These imaginings are stitched together
like DNA—a strand of time turning
around another strand of memory,
sowing the knot of this mirage of mine.

Or, perhaps they are notes of live music
Weaving a song of wandering alchemy,
Following the trails of transient rhymes:
Ephemeral sounds beckoning and lost.


Prologue :: I

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