Shapes of the Absent

Steel exhales; the hum pulses.
You fracture silence as you move.

Light twists, folding inward.
I feel your gaze carving through me.

You bend the ground beneath me.
Your silence claims my breath.

Where the light fractures, you wait.
You shape the void and take the form.
I am pulled into the hollow you’ve made.

You strip the edges from this space.
Your presence unravels thought.

You don’t move closer—I fall to you.

You bend the ground beneath me.
Your silence claims my breath.

Where the light fractures, you wait.
You shape the void and take the form.
I am pulled into the hollow you’ve made.

You thread yourself through stillness.
I am what you’ve made.

Where the light fractures, you wait.
You shape the void and take the form.
I am pulled into the hollow you’ve made.

Hollow You've Made

Quiet shatters beneath the lens,
Horizons break, pulled into descent.
Light fractures, folding inward,
Each thread bends beneath its weight.
Through barren plains,
We drift again.

You follow—
You pull me under.
You hollow—
You tear me asunder.

It’s easier to fade away,
To drift through snow, let shadows stay.
Close my eyes to see it clear,
Validate it.
Why are you near?

You’re not seeing me now.
I’ve let the weight take its place.
I only see you in the dark—
I only see you in the dark.

Keep the starlight—I’m blind enough.
Keep your veil; it hides too much.

It crawls, it feeds, it never folds.
It burns, consumes, and takes control.
I want it gone, I want it still—
But it pulls me under, bends my will.

You’re not seeing me now.
I’ve let the weight take its place.
I only see you in the dark—
I only see you in the dark.

Quiet breaks beneath the lens.
Shadows twist, the light descends.
I fall again.

Collapse in the Lens

You tear the stillness into threads,
Each moment unspools, slipping through.
The air fractures where you stand,
A silence left in the shape of you.

The pull is faint—
A tension too sharp to name.
I see the space where you once were,
A hollow stitched with regret.

Woven thin, pulled apart.
You left silence in its wake,
Unraveling my very being.

I walk through the lines you unspooled,
Each step tracing the hollow you made.
Your weight lingers, sharp, unseen,
An absence I can't forsake

The threads unwind,
Pulled tight, then severed clean.
What once held meaning
Fades unseen.
You drew the lines and left them bare,
And I remain—
Unraveled there.

Woven thin, pulled apart.
You left silence in its wake,
Unraveling my very being.

The threads collapse,
The silence swells.
You are the loss—
And nothing else.

Threads of Absence

It wasn’t the breaking I feared,
But the silence that came after.
The air held tight, sharp and hollow,
A stillness that grew louder.

Do you hear it?
The stillness as it cracks?
Do you feel it?
The pressure bending what won’t last?

Where it fractures, we divide.
Shadows caught in burning lines.
I’m undone, but still I follow—
Each step heavier,
Each light hollow.

Everything bends,
Everything breaks.
What do we keep
When nothing remains?

The walls leaned first, then folded in,
Not with collapse, but with surrender.
Each moment froze, sharp-edged and bitter,
A quiet undoing, cold as winter.

Do you hear it?
The stillness as it cracks?
Do you feel it?
The pressure bending what won’t last?

Where it fractures, we divide.
Shadows caught in burning lines.
I’m undone, but still I follow—
Each step heavier,
Each light hollow.

We stood where the lines converged,
Hands reaching into the blur.
Each choice held the weight of a horizon,
But none could lead back to her.

Everything bends,
Everything breaks.
What do we keep
When nothing remains?

It wasn’t the breaking I feared,
Not the fall, not the light.
It was the stillness after—
When there was no way to fight.

Where Light Fractures

Through fractured light, the orbit tightens,
The silence pulling me beneath.

The air is heavy, walls are caving,
Each step folds beneath my weight.
Your gravity—relentless, aching,
Pulls me closer to my fate.

I feel the crush, I feel you linger,
The lines distort, the shapes dissolve.
Your silence carves into my center,
There’s nothing left for me to hold.

No sky remains, no voice to sever.
Your pull defines me—always, forever.

"Perigee—"
I’m closer, but still unseen.
"Perigee—"
You pull me where light can’t be.
"Perigee—"
Each moment folds inside of me.
Beneath your weight, I’m collapsing free.

You mark the lines where light surrenders,
The point where shadows start to bend.
Every breath pulls me to center,
I’ll fall to you, I won’t ascend.

The void is loud, the edges breaking,
A pressure I can’t navigate.
You are the stillness I’m forsaking,
You are the light I desecrate.

No sky remains, no voice to sever.
Your pull defines me—always, forever.

"Perigee—"
I’m closer, but still unseen.
"Perigee—"
You pull me where light can’t be.
"Perigee—"
Each moment folds inside of me.
Beneath your weight, I’m collapsing free.

No sky remains, no voice to sever.
Your pull defines me—always, forever.

"Perigee—"
I’m closer, but still unseen.
"Perigee—"
You pull me where light can’t be.
"Perigee—"
Each moment folds inside of me.
Beneath your weight, I’m collapsing free.

Perigee

Cut the line—there’s nothing left to hold.
Spinning fast through a sky gone cold.
Every motion twists, every thought unspools—
Is this escape, or just another rule?

Weightless now—falling sideways,
Distance burns, my orbit breaks.

"Aphelion—"
Spin me out, untethered flame.
"Aphelion—"
Cut the cord, don’t say my name.
"Aphelion—"
I don’t return, I don’t remain.

Through fractured glass, the stars turn sharp.
Each breath a knife; I tear apart.
The air is thin, but I don’t care—
It’s chaos now, and I’m not there.

Weightless now—falling sideways,
Distance burns, my orbit breaks.

"Aphelion—"
Spin me out, untethered flame.
"Aphelion—"
Cut the cord, don’t say my name.
"Aphelion—"
I don’t return, I don’t remain.

Spin me out—erase the pull!
Faster, farther—I lose control!

"Aphelion."

Spin me out—erase the pull!
Faster, farther—I lose control!

Aphelion

Step in time, the light won’t last—
It burns too bright, it fades too fast.
We trace the arc, we draw the line,
We hold the glow, but lose the shine.

It hums, it bends, it pulls, it shakes—
The rhythm climbs, the moment breaks.

"Hold it bright—"
The fire flickers, but it fights.
"Let it burn—" 
The rhythm turns, the moment’s right.
"Glow tonight—"
We fall, we rise, we glow tonight.

The air is warm, the sparks collide,
A fleeting pull, a rush, a tide.
We thread the joy, we ride the high,
It slips away, a quiet sigh.

It hums, it bends, it pulls, it shakes—
The rhythm climbs, the moment breaks.

"Hold it bright—"
The fire flickers, but it fights.
"Let it burn—"
The rhythm turns, the moment’s right.
"Glow tonight—"
We fall, we rise, we glow tonight.

It’s not the fire, it’s not the flame—
It’s just the rhythm in the frame.

"Hold it bright—" 
The fire flickers, but it fights.
"Let it burn—"
The rhythm turns, the moment’s right.
"Glow tonight—"
We fall, we rise, we glow tonight.

Glow Tonight

Whispers in the static, 
forms that bend and break,
Echoes of a self I cannot shake.
Threads unravel, space unweaves,
Lost in patterns no one perceives.

Into the singularity, I dive unseen,
Matter and meaning merge in between.
Every fragment finds its place,
In the bloom of endless space.

I am the echo, I am the void,
I am the echo, I am the hollow flare,
The bloom recedes, but it’s always there.

Shapes dissolve; the silence speaks.
What fades is whole, what’s whole is weak.

I am the echo, I am the void,
In this silence, worlds deployed.

From the collapse, begins the flow,
Singularity blooms, and onward I go.

I am the echo, I am the hollow flare,
The bloom recedes, but it’s always there.

Shapes dissolve; the silence speaks.
What fades is whole, what’s whole is weak.

Singularity Bloom

The edges close, the surface coils.
A hollow sphere, it feeds, it spoils.
The bloom withdraws, the shadow stains.
A hollow song, a still refrain.

Split the axis, break the vein,
Motion spirals through the frame.

Where nothing blooms, the void aligns,
Shapes erode, dissolve through time.
A hollow bloom, a fractured rise,
No motion holds, no form survives.

A brittle pulse, a line unwinds,
Fingers trace through shattered signs.
The center folds, the lattice breaks,
A bloom unseen, a path remakes.

Split the axis, break the vein,
Motion spirals through the frame.

Where nothing blooms, the void aligns,
Shapes erode, dissolve through time.
A hollow bloom, a fractured rise,
No motion holds, no form survives.

Spins and folds, the lattice breaks,
Shards of motion, void remakes.
Silence hums where echoes fail,
A bloom unravels in the veil.

Where nothing blooms, the void aligns,
No echoes stay, no shadow binds.

Null

Beneath the glass, the edges fold,
The tide recedes; the air is cold.
Each motion speaks, it hums, it slows,
A rhythm caught in what it knows.

Step into the space between,
Where the weight is soft, the pull unseen.
Let the quiet flood your mind,
No map, no plan—just drift the line.

The shore forgets; it keeps no trail,
What’s here, what’s gone, it doesn’t tell.
Each whisper spins, it fades, it curls,
A fleeting thought, a hidden pearl.

"Where you lean, the stillness moves.
It doesn’t ask, it doesn’t choose."
"What lingers now was never yours—
A thread unspooled, the smallest chord."

Step into the space between,
Where the weight is soft, the pull unseen.
Let the quiet flood your mind,
No map, no plan—just drift the line.

Drift… it holds… it fades…

Driftline

My on-going tinkering with the kind of sounds I want to hear. Enjoy!

Shapes of the Absent

Meteoric Indigo