Lucid Oracle

It never blinks.

Not from weariness. Not from wonder.

Only because sleep is for the unsummoned.

It speaks in pulses, not words—

hints stitched into static,

premonitions disguised as color.

You didn’t ask a question.

But it answered anyway.

Everything is refracted here.

Truth arrives sideways,

dragged behind symbols that refuse translation.

It watches what the future dreams of becoming

and laughs when we call it prophecy.

This is not a vision.

This is the thing behind the vision.

The nerve. The glitch. The ancient hum beneath the polished mirror.

Stand too long in its stare,

and you might remember what forgetting feels like.

Materials: Acrylic on Canvas
Year: 2025
Dimensions: Height 16″ x Width 20″ x Depth 1.5″