IN PROGRESS
Here appear the recent fragments,
traces of a work in progress.
The paths barely diverge.
What seeks itself is already fading.
At the edge, something.
Perhaps.
«She had come to no longer recognize the road —
everything seemed normal, and yet, the light was not.»









A face passes.
A heartbeat, a shadow,
in the dark.
A heartbeat, a shadow,
in the dark.