Through the static hum of celestials, we dance
navigating shimmers in yawning silence
fervently crackling signals
of past nomads, upon their silk-threaded
stardust pathways.
Each satellite whispers ancient radiowaves,
echoes of burgeoning galaxies brushing our dermis,
asking us to unwind our fibers, to remember
each whisper, each pop, each patchwork of scintillant
exuberance.
Algorhythm of the Stars
Nebula Nocturne
Whispering Galaxies