Lyric

Two forty-four in the morning

The gray pulp is resting on the dark oak

Meeting the liquid gravity from the shell

A slow saturation begins in the bronze dusk

The ink-stained sky is a silent constant

The fiber is expanding under the light

A series of concentric rings marks the wood

The friction of the surface is reducing

Microscopic layers are softening now

No movement is detected in the surrounding air

The moisture levels are stable

The stillness is a measurable constant

Monitoring the boundary

The record is moving

A cumulative log of a gentle residue

Dividing the stillness into equal fragments

Soluble architecture

Cradled foundation

Witnessing the chemistry of peace

Tracing the perimeter of what remains

Weightless

Home

Three fifteen

The final phase of the absorption

The wood fibers are holding the ghost of the vessel

Subjectivity is nil

The original form is redacted by the quiet

The record is complete

A cumulative log of a gentle residue

Dividing the stillness into equal fragments

Soluble architecture

Cradled foundation

Witnessing the chemistry of peace

Tracing the perimeter of what remains

Weightless

Home

Final entry

The fiber is dry

Only the shadow remains

End of record