Lines delicate and flowing

Intersecting

Meeting at points

Then moving again

Nothing is random.

In the map of memory

Join the dots

Some dots sparkle

Connections appear…

Stories told, untold

Imaginary, real

Clear or blurred.

Stories are many

Some are said

Not in many words

Just in a word, perhaps

Some unsaid

Silent

Sparkle like stars in the sky…

Lines delicately entwined now

Now they are separate.

A moment that looked still

Earth was breathing silently

Lines were intersecting,

Like melted wire disappearing

Stars exploding and dying

New formations, new cells growing

In a still moment of thoughtlessness

In a still moment of so many thoughts

Now

When lines intersect

Some dots sparkle…