I have learned the art of vanishing—to be here without a sound,to walk the edge of your worldwhere footprints...
Elias sat alone in his apartment, the hum of the city bleeding through the walls like a relentless tide....
Upon the wall, a clock remains,Not bound by time, nor held by chains.Its hands don’t just count rise...
Wonder through pores, I open at the close.
Tickling the toes of the three-faced ghost.Feelings for a...