“these imaginings”

Thoughts rise and curl into smokey pathways
Filling the silence with noise and feeling
To be followed, yes, but not to be grasped,
Being but reflections of each other.

The stillness resting behind the drama
Folds its quiet wisdom in the creases,
Waits in the spaces between the vocals,
Bends the traces back to the center again.


Prologue :: I :: these imaginings

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