Chronos in My Skin: The Second Before Sunrise
I exist in the seam between seconds.
In Timeline A, I am
The Clockmaker
Chronos in Cyan: The Fracture of an Island Breath
I watch the sand grains fall like seconds from an hourglass, each
The Second That Never Ends
I sit upon this white throne of wood, watching the light fracture
Chronos in Crimson: The Geometry of Stillness
I stand on this precipice of glass and steel, watching the Taipei
The Second That Never Ended: A Chronology of Warmth
In the grand workshop of existence, I am but a gear caught
The Amber Pulse: A Fracture in Eternal Noon
I watch the sun dance upon my skin, a golden needle stitching
Synchrony in the Steam: The Second That Never Ends
In Timeline Alpha, I am simply a girl seeking refuge from the
Echoes in the Groove: A Chronology of Sunlight and Vinyl
I am a collector of moments, but here in this dust-mote heavy
Where Time Pauses to Breathe
I stand at this temporal junction where time folds into origami, each
Synchronicity in the Silver Rain
Tick. The clock of existence pauses on a single drop of rain
The Gingham Interval: Three Heartbeats in Summer
I hold the popsicle like a frozen talisman, its pink stripes melting
The Red-Striped Intersection of Forever
I stand here, winking at the lens, a singular point of convergence
