'SEEKING'

07 January 2025

The body caught in motion,

Frozen, yet it breathes and bends.

Relations form, a dance, a trace,

Movements spill from stillness’ grace.

Candlelight flickers, soft and slow,

A course of life we cannot know.

Existence shifts, its fabric torn,

Through time, we’re changed, we’re reborn.

An illusion whispers in the air,

A fleeting truth, forever rare.

Transforming with each passing frame,

Caught between the motion and the name.

- A.Phoenix