Fragmented Reverie A dream undone, A collision of flesh and light, Where eyes rise like distant echoes, And lips drift—soft, untouchable— Suspended in thought’s sharp geometry. Shapes cut through the canvas— Bold, angular, restless— Carving meaning from chaos, Each edge a whisper of transformation. Neon hues ignite the void, Burning with electric life, Blurring the seam of human and machine. A yellow frame holds the disarray, Not as a boundary, but a guide— A quiet thread stitching fragments, Inviting the gaze to wander, to wonder. Here, texture breathes: The grain of skin, the ripple of imperfection, Softened, sharpened by abstraction’s hand. It is the art of becoming: Whole and broken, Familiar, unknown— A hymn to beauty found in dissonance. Layer 1, Lyne 2 & One 3... Be At On3... NYKYDKN