The Architecture of Melting Sighs
I lie on this shore where the pink grains are not sand,
Dali’s Mustache
The Scent of Liquefied Seconds
The city outside is a kaleidoscope of melting skyscrapers, their windows weeping
The Liquefaction of Memory
The city has begun to melt into the ocean, its skyscrapers sagging
The Geometry of Liquid Time
The warehouse is not a building; it is a lung, exhaling dust
The Liquefaction of a Neon Pulse
The steam from my tea doesn't rise; it leaks sideways
The Latte That Liquefies Time
My reflection is a ghost trapped in the glass of becoming, stretching
The Liquefaction of Neon Sighs
My skin is no longer flesh; it has become a canvas where
The Liquefaction of Noon on the Azure Tide
I stand upon a deck that is no longer solid wood but
The Liquid Horizon of a Melting Heartbeat
The pool water is not H2O; it is a puddle of dissolved
The Teacup of Liquefied Time
The sky over Tokyo does not set; it dissolves like a sugar
The Shoreline of Liquid Seconds
I stepped onto the sand, but it was not silica; it was
The Liquefaction of Midnight Scent
I lie upon the sofa, but my body is no longer made
