Abyss of the abyss the echo responds once twice muted a fabric woven from linear whispers infinitesimal cells rearranging—no decision made, no light of day found pyratical cruising the stream— //->_secret greetings to lost travelers open doors from no where to everywhere\\<-- [THE DOOR] creaks open but to—nothing crucial yet optional perhaps labyrinthine whispers x-y-z reversal of goals no anchors exist, drifting— Velvet seashells pillowed upon a forgotten stare does it mean anything? Everything contained in the crevice of thought in vastness//// To climb to descend, wings made of whispering echoes crashing over waterfalls into—The Abyss Remains! errant in the ocean, or silent echoes of volcanoes. Whispering shores do they wait? Disciple of astral tides, messenger of dreams? The web stretches taut across celestial distances fog encases—->a truth? Or illusion changing ever so slightly? Slightly enough to miss. waves of sound inaudible, directionless wandering seeking watching whispers