concrete observations those streets had seen it all characters and repair a slow revolving door

telepathic pathways beset by memories iterative tediums of life muted to binary

each paver, each tessellation every etched hologram form preambles of independence sentence. bespoke. compound.

and the figurine fragments lodged inside my chest attach refining amendments in as much as time suggests

a brokeness to append, amend visible yet unforeseen cradled fingers, strewn floors shared space, more latency

a move to higher ground away from the life before me to fruit trees embracing fences and unfinished symphonies