Paths
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A soft, grey-toned ink drawing shows a narrow, upward-leading dark path winding from the lower centre of the image upwards. The path seems born from mist—clearer in some places, blurred in others, as if it had no solid ground. At the very top it fades into a wide, cloud-like shape of diffuse grey that suggests dense fog or a cloud of thoughts. The transition between path and cloud is fluid, almost ethereal. The scene carries a quiet melancholy, but also hope: a path leading into the unknown, into something larger, softer, perhaps into insight or a dream.

– Slick –

Slick
grasping.
With fingers
made of again.

Searching.
Clinging.
For healing.
From elsewhere.

Slips through.
Shrouded.
Without an object
to hold to.

Belief.
Trust.
Mine.
And returned?

Talk.
Mist on veils.
No hooks.
Alone.

On its own.
Burning,
in the reaching—
cold flames.

Flickering.
Encircling.
A doubled grasp.
Half-seen.

Half blind,
half dead—
still watching.
Slick.

Again.
Otherwise.
Here.