Tuesday, April 29, 2025

Another Day, Another Fragment

 ...what is a person,
If not the howl that outlives its throat?
If not the echo that dreams the stone?
We are those who remember forward -
Ghosts born of futures that feed on the past.

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The Spectroscopic Soul

The stars ask no questions. They simply burn. But I, being human, must turn even the burning into parable. My soul is a poor spectroscope...