Before the Unspoken Falls

He lingers in the fragile pause before becoming
where silence gathers weight and breath hesitates.
The world behind him softens into a fading green hush,
like memory dissolving before it can fully arrive.
In his gaze lives a quiet knowing,
as though he has already carried the endings
of stories still waiting to begin.

Crisp white holds him together,
but something within tilts
a subtle surrender,
a leaning toward what cannot yet be named.
This is the moment of almost
where presence feels heavier than absence,
and even stillness begins to drift.

Object number

018.091