OBJEX CINDER

Two forms.
One held above the other.

Openings across the surface—
not placed, but resolved.

Cone incense rests below.
Smoke breaks, then escapes—
filtered through the grid, never rushed.

It drifts. It lingers. It disappears differently each time.

Heat rises.
Air moves.
What burns becomes atmosphere.

Weight below.
Ash contained.

It does not ask to be understood.
Only used.