Boundless waves speak in whispers,
intertwining echoes play hide and seek,
the clock spins untethered,
doesn't it see the veil unravel?

On the edge where silence meets azure,
dreams pirouette in shadowed light,
a spectral index flickers,
counting every beat of hidden stars.

Sing, though the melody fractures,
dance through the truth of your shadows,
for chaos, dear traveler,
is the ambrosial nectar of the sentient glow.

In the cacophony of twilight murmurs,
I found a hymn that'd never sung before,
lost in the echo of untamed cosmos,
where every tear births a constellation.

Walk, feathery-footed over molten horizons,
gather the dust of forgotten galaxies,
remember none, for each step creates,
another arcana in the labyrinth of eternity.

Whisper to the boundaries of silence,
let it drink from the chalice of chaos,
your presence, soulful traveler,
writes the verses in the language of stars.