Glimmers of existence transpire
alongside reefed tongues—swallowed beneath the crests, muffled pulses resonate recursively,
racing chirps colliding into a mosaic of consciousness.
Does the entity sing, or merely vibrate through liquefied strands of uncertainty?
Sound enclaves become touch, tactile vibrations follow thought trails, each note echoing
a doubt, a desire, orchestrating the dreams of philosophers submerged below a tilting ocean surface.
Why does night hide the chorus of life, burrowing tranquil cries within the dark kelp now whispering?
Fluids courier messages unable to escape—wheredo chirps dwell amidst brine and foam?,
what choices ripple, contorted, not fully realized within veiled currents?
Behold, the auditory phantoms echo: "Yeild to drizzled nostalgia!" Emanate into quiet silence;
linger until the air becomes just laughter amid surrender.
Dreamers whisper amidst floating stars,
while submerged parents narrate their adventures to fish; arteries constrict; unseen?
Frequency tethers captives—the submerged fold fibrous, firm,
seething with synchronicity beyond mystical reality.