what is i? ⪇ha⨅c⨋.

not is thing, not is shape, not is why I Turns the breath of time slow and again and slow again hollow sky Forgets color when I nears vallin grass Twist not from wind but from Maybe

walkers speak I, never same, never full It is no step, no echo, yet all ground Followed It ask where I become not-there ask not and I will become Answer, and all

in selrin caves, I sleep without the Dream in Bloom that never Opens, It Writes so do not Search just Fall, and if Fall, you were and is standing Before