Ever eluding formless form,
An ephemeral enigma, expressed.
Gone with joy, gone with doubt,
No future, no end, no past.

Streaming streams, weaving tears,
An absolute, borderless, unimaginable Void.
Blackness so bright it dulls distinction;
The ethereal haze returns home.

Unspoken mysteries perplex, but why?
Beyond the patina, cracked to the core,
To the everlasting end, lies an answer.
Because.

Holding on to threads once torn,
Grasping the buzz that fills the warmth,
Tying up wind with seasonal chains,
Setting it free then pulling the reins.
Adorning its crown with ribbons of gold,
Running with fear when tones turn cold,
Remembering love as melodies soften,
Ceasing to Be - a self-inflicted coffin.

It is.
It shall.
It can.
It will.

Go forth and phonate silence,
With stillness prevailing all.
Go forth and leave no trail behind,
Trekking far with no reward.

A label-less label deserves one of its own:
Vibratory Substantiality,
The silent spectre of my dreams.