the centers within, they sing from where you stand. ⠀ stained-glass bones echo hymns only silence understands. ⠀ as your shadow loops infinity 🕯️ a candle flickers, prayers rise like light feathers, moonlight on the pews— ghosts kneel in the darkened haven. ⠀ I breathe in their harmonic echoes, my heartbeat not a bell, swinging across midnight’s spine, calling to no one... ⠀ Meanwhile stars gather at my ribs, choirs blooming in the marrow, the narrow road— I should step forward. ⠀ ……… ⠀ taking the step through the cathedral of it all, trying to feel the real without becoming the unreal. ⠀ do I feel real now, or just closer to the edge ⠀ like it’s been waiting this whole time for me to forget how to be unreal. ⠀ I unfold within as silence opens up the resonance of my intent.
