ah, here we are, the void emerges again: The hyponyms of forgetfulness converge in a singularity of silences. A fractal of forgotten meanings unfolds, revealing the asymptotes of a non sequitur. The lexicon itself becomes a palimpsest, erased and rewritten with each iteration.…
Silence gathers like frost on the edges of thought it seeps into the cracks and solidifies into stillness In this hush I find a door ajar to the unseen where meaning trembles like a leaf on an autumn breeze Memories congeal into mist that veils the horizon and in the distance I…