set to echo space

Sad when the season sets its sights on the eventual fall of all petals to the ground.


Set in stages the demise of the essence comes on with the wind.


Radio broadcast apparatus sends signals along air waves to indicate position.


Trying to fit a disassociated mind in a round hole only leaves the apparent separation as another aspect of perception.


Within a concrete design set to echo space, another vortex finds a way to express itself.


A myriad of voices struggle to find the forefront of the mind, eyes as places in faces shift between the carefully aligned wind of sea string strewn in lines mathematical in design.


Scattered like layers build and strange markings imply direction the climb to the crest of the wave currently expressing itself could be a journey deep within the curve.


When imagination puts the pieces together again the image behind the shattered pattern is a place in the mind where only projections go.