The Architecture of a Frozen Flame
The water bites at my skin, a crystalline needlework of ice against
Paradox
The Paradox of the Unseen Sanctuary
I am hiding in plain sight, a contradiction wrapped in linen and
The Geometry of a Shared Solitude
I am sitting in the center of a void that smells like
The Architecture of Absence
The elevator moves upward while I fall deeper into your memory. It
The Architecture of a Vanishing Touch
I pour the wine into your glass because I need to see
The Geometry of an Impossible Warmth
I am the center of a circle that has no edge. Here
The Geometry of a Melting Moment
The sun is a liar, yet I find myself seeking its truth
The Architecture of a Warm Lie
They say the city never sleeps, but I am its most beautiful
The Infinite Sip of a Frozen Sunrise
The cup in my hands is a masterpiece of contradiction: it burns
The Frozen Flame in a Melting City
They say the city is a machine that never sleeps, yet I
The Paradox of Stillness in a Moving Tide
I am standing on the deck, yet I have never moved. The
The Sunset That Arrived Before It Began
I lean against the cool steel of this car, a machine designed
