September in Reflection Crystalline memories ripple cognitive waves. Fracture, long-term whispering thoughts colliding with A short-term fragment. Another cycle completes midnight, departure; to trace distant harmonies, twilight tones unfurling like smoke on a still lake. Amid lifeless noise, we seek our mind-vessels, Always returning to the broken pieces of ourselves. How can one escape this echo of misery? In the texture of the unknown, the...