Fires of Existence
In the hush before morning, thought stirs—
An ache for meaningful threads in empty rooms.
Existence is the quiet weight of sunlight
Pooling on the floorboards, unnoticed.
The chaos of living, a gentle nudge beneath the ribs,
Unfolds in the silence between conversations.
We gather moments as if they were stones,
Building cairns to mark the passage of crucial days.
Each breath dissolves into the vast, indifferent air,
Yet every glance, every gesture seeks witness.
We drift in the tide—sometimes lost, sometimes found—
Haunted by the shimmers of fleeting and luminescence.
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