oriph

Some ideas arrive quietly,
as if they existed long before recognition.

They are perceived,
in the absence of language.
In the silence that gives words form.

Meaning hovers. Uncertain, deliberate.
Like breath held between reason and desire.

Or—if it must be understood—
it already has been.

Oriph exists in the interval.
Between certainty and suggestion.
Between what is and what might be.

“or if” is the condition itself.
A quiet framework for potential.

Nothing is declared.
Everything is considered.