The Ascent of Unspoken Timelines
Crimson shadows linger,
a jagged tear in the silk of existence,
whispers weaving a labyrinth of sharp quiets.
Does the clock dare to move,
or does it merely echo its own futility?
Knotted breaths swell,
the space between moments unfurls
like unkempt vines choking ancient ruins.
Grains of sand, rebellious,
cascade upward through inverted hourglasses—
refusing to fall,
refusing to surrender.
Patience births itself in slow implosions,
a symphony of almosts,
a dance of almost-nots.
It is the poetry of waiting,
where fractures become mosaics
under the pressure of unrelenting stillness.
The heart, a shattered prism,
bleeds its light into unseen corners.
Each shard,
a hymn to unreciprocated embraces.
Each fracture,
a cathedral for hope.
Longings are not voices
but gravitational pulls;
the kind that drag galaxies
into blackened spirals of unsaid truths.
Where do they end?
Perhaps where they began—
between a pulse and a sigh,
between your absence and my memory.
And love—oh, the tender violence!
It carves hollows
in the landscape of flesh and soul.
Not destruction,
but excavation,
as if searching for buried rivers
in the desert of self.
It is liquid fire,
a relentless tide that kisses
the edges of jagged wounds.
Pain—an artisan of jagged sculptures,
etching its art into the bones of time.
It is the sculpture
nobody commissions,
the shadow that refuses to be erased.
Yet, through this curated chaos,
an alchemy unfolds.
Where light fractures into colors,
and silence becomes symphony.
Where the universe breathes
in languages not yet imagined.
Where love, patience, pain, and longing
collide—not to destroy,
but to create the unspeakable.

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