She hides behind a veiled sky.
Whispering secrets into visionaries ears.
The path of nonlinear time.
Ends and starts here.
Spiraling into a vortex of wreckage.
A blank slate reveals itself in nude form.
The birth of a body, the seasons, the weather.
Shapeshifting slowly in the dark.
The streets must clear. Forests must empty.
As she wails into the ocean.
The feeling of loss. It can not compare.
To disappear completely but not forever.
Her eyes turn inwards.
For those who sense the unseen.
A world within worlds.
Projections overlap objects.
Animal faces morph into human.
When is the next evolution?
She takes a bowl and mixes dry rose petals with sand. Each grain a fallen second in the hourglass of time. Completed and sealed, whats done is done.
The hieroglyphics of memory adorn her.
A secret language the visually initiated will translate.
A tapestry of patterns
Revealing codes in 0’s and 1’s.