Amidst the cosmic cobweb,
we left imprints of stardust - faint shadows definitions,
lingering like forgotten songs in the void.
Each step on the astral pied-à-terre, a silent echo,
weaving through the constellation’s fabric, connecting & severing.
Barefoot on the nebulae’s spine, we walk wisps of light,
tracing invisible paths with no seeker behind,
or so we tell ourselves.
The footsteps whisper, speak,
yet they only echo back in muted silence.
Should we follow these ephemeral traces,
or dare uncharted universes?
To chart the unwritten skies or listen,
for new echoes that once have never been.
Journeyed and unjourneyed,
the cycle folds upon a prism of twilight.