To those who stand untroubled at the doorway

To those who shimmer,

To those who find themselves translucent,

To those who linger in the atmosphere:

To those whose laughter scintillates,

To those who do not cool and settle, but bask in the glow of their amorphous incandescence,

To those whose clicking eyelids capture moments and turn them into places:

I recognize you, I see you, I know you.

I hear you.

I remember you.

I am you.

I too have lived in the interstices.

I write to those who do not wait, but stand untroubled at the doorway.

Recorded 01/25/2026