Hot coffee and this poem, a perfect combination.

Soft, unusual, and full of texture. It reads almost like language trying to become painting and music at the same time. Phrases like “A symphony / of shades”, “music left / volume low”, and “awakening line” give it that half-dream, half-memory feeling that makes the piece stand apart.

What works nicely is the broken shape of it too. The pauses, the spacing, the slight fracture in the lines all help the idea of words becoming image, sound, and “a meaning to find.” It feels delicate, a little mysterious, and quietly creative.