The smell of
petrichor
and thunder
The taste of
solace
and goodbye
The sound of
memory’s
last rejection
The touch of
love’s
enduring lie
That thing
that slips
between your fingers
A feeling
lost
when foundlings cry
The sight of
vision’s
lost intention
Whose moment
bleeds
— Je Nais Se Quois
(The New Room: January, 2026)