Kaleidoscope Memory
Through the target and the satchel, One breathes ( life ) repeatedly.
A cucumber,
an oxygen tank,
a sea star,
......
The gears don't just turn;
they gnash—teeth of industry,
blood-stained from forgotten hands.
Whispers don’t drift;
they crack like breaking glass,
but no one listens.
Faces sink into hollow screens,
cogs spinning louder than their voices.
......
Kaleidoscope Memory
Through the target and the satchel, One breathes ( life ) repeatedly.
A cucumber,
an oxygen tank,
a sea star,
......
The gears don't just turn;
they gnash—teeth of industry,
blood-stained from forgotten hands.
Whispers don’t drift;
they crack like breaking glass,
but no one listens.
Faces sink into hollow screens,
cogs spinning louder than their voices.
......