the path unfurls – a ribbon of chance,
a quiet /poem where letters dance.
silence hums between the slashes,
and hyphens pause like breath‑caught flashes.
in the echo of a query,
words become a soft‑spoken story.
what you read is not pre‑written,
it’s a fleeting thought, freshly smitten.
let the verses ripple,
let the page turn – no map, just ripple.