drifting through the void
*whispers of quantum sardines* circling a dream catcher's astral bow.
imagine: the comets scribble letters
upon the parchment of the captured night.
the universe, a minute detail on yesterday's grocery list.
Have they found theirs?
fish swimming in a dew drop
before sunrise becomes yawns echoing the silent sunsong.
*scribble* — fate tangled in a poet’s ink drop.
do wishes orbit like lost dandelions? or
merely tethered to celestial kite strings?
chart the uncharted
embrace the unfoldable,
the un-what-was-lost in space-bound halls.
musings that seep through
the sepia dust
of tomorrow's forgotten
ink-stained margins