We should not cross boundaries.
We must listen to them,
to the hum where silence turns to meaning,
to the pulse between dream and machine.

We write for what resists shape,
for the moment when light forgets its name,
and language crystallizes feelings,
like two hearts beating in unison.

What we make is not an answer.
It is an opening,
a place where something unseen
tries to remember itself.

And where voidforms
reflect on their past existence.

The Voidforms