immersed into the sound-bath of subtle shifts of sand dunes
defragmenting into shards of glass falling as flower beads
I hear the chains are falling---broken spells un-linked to my tears
as my hands perceive the intangible,
my eyes permeate through the invisible veil
and the immutable verse echoing through the halls
finding itself tip-toing through the piano boards
gliding through sleekness of the violin strings
along the winds of resonations, I shall breathe
the insulated hope once circuited with the flashover of
mixed signals muttering the unified language of ambiguity
pressed upon the folded corners of the heart
