mid-interruption of my inner flow, a deeper insight, rises drawn by the Moon’s pull on my liquid thoughts the realignment of my dimensional position thus, what seemed a mistake revealed the wake my take on the stage ! I stepped through the labyrinth, a timeline split where echoes loop and minds declutter, it won't stop silence I once feared spoke with the dialect of stars, through the Southern Delta Aquariids and Alpha Capricornids, reminding me how gravity bends not just space, but emotion I stood, half in shadow, half becoming as the spark, whispered that disruption is just direction in disguise not everything lost is gone moon, restructuring all my scars not healing, but orbiting and i still t(here) stitch my wounds into stars a constellation i couldn't reach... scattered glass(es)
