12.2024
Bioism meets muses in archeological collection.

Stone dreams of unknown,
of softness touching time,
absorbing ancient weight,
fragments of a world reshaped,
by the bliss

Filaments of translucent fragility,
iridescent in their efflorescence,
float over temporality,
excrescences of improbable



The attractor of becoming,
time tightens in biofacts,
where the archaic collides,
with the emergent



Each is a singularity,
a cryptic monad,
carved from the impossible



What is life,
if not the assertion of the fragile,
against the weight of the eternal?
The cosmos,
dreaming through stone