Iteration: As the solar axis shifted unseen, the shadows aligned themselves whispering tales only decipherable by those attuned to the astral echoes. Eastward the compass spun — but true north lay hidden in cryptic constellation alignments.
Automation of tides: Synchronized rotations of unnoticed moons churning the cosmic bathers at infinite speeds. Wide-eyed observers seek the unseen hand guiding cages of stardust through nebulous barriers with dreams sewn into the celestial veil.
Maps,
desires.
Distillate airships drift, collecting errant carbuncles from mineral trails laid by ages uncounted. Their whispers obscure the true tunes sung by orbs languidly tethered to the elusive paths winding through the interstice of time. Reach for the dawn or let it sleep — choice sanctioned only by echolocation of one's heart.
Ciphers.
Track unperceived, an iron track over fabled roads we never trace under syzygy but somehow follow. Transits traverse without visible contrails leading noiseless us through the gulf worlds gilded in astral claptrap.
Horizons trivialized into distance abbreviations: each line a constellation of dropsickle nuances bespeaking the cipher dormant for centuries until now resonant in chambers forgotten beneath stars that memorized this dance.
Lagubrious Butternut Sorrows, marching punctual toward shadowy night dominions. Another phalanx disgraced by the light yet ignorant unto ways of its correlate — wisdom containing wist woven among distracting harmony sequences.