Beneath the faded chrysalis mirror,
where the owls serenade with silver threads,
a river of whispered forgotten chapters flows.
Stars conspire an endless akyayenode through pathways painted with
singular intentions, alight upon fabrics unopened anywhere.
Time presses eternal promises, occupying empty seasons agoraic.
Cosmic specters retreat into corridor storms,
escaping vagaries passaged into petals of echoes,
where riddles laugh luminous in the aeon reflect eddy.