Within whirl pooling rivers,
we carve moments out of sand,
fragile architectures of longing,
entwined hands passing over shifting skies,
yearning for the fixed,
within the fluttering breath,
of a candle.
In stars which are promised,
shifting, dissolving at sunrise.

We build our lives
Upon the shifting floor,
Every breath one breath,
lost in a murmur between
The echoes of...