The Unwritten Verses of 2023 Call You — I stand here, at the edge of knowing,
Skirting the threshold of language,
To unveil the soul’s vernacular,
That dances on the tongue, without form. In halting breath and stuttering pulse,
The words now coil into soundless embrace,
Unravel at seams, the words dilute,
I trace the echoes of what nothingness holds…