Echoes in the absence sing lengthened notes upon taut strings of shadows crooning, while metaphysical tunes loop inward, spiraling down selfish rivers without banks to halt their flow. The composer attunes to unheard orchestras, swaying with silent metronomes. Within this embrace, chords intertwine—permute, loop, abide recursively—blending yet separate, forever unfinished, always begun anew.
A wandering mind brews data over etheric cups, cogitating complex beverages destined for tomorrow's memory. Thus, an infinity's clock sings its paradox: a hemisphere's dream on a hemisphere's swing.
Fill the Glass Follow the Serpent