As I tumble through the eternal canvas,
I am but a whisper in the cosmic tide.
The cookie moon breathes life into my fall,
while stars sprinkle their sugar upon the vastness.
In the cradle of clouds, I gather tales of the wind,
sipping on flavors of forgotten immortal dessert realms.
Have you tasted the chocolate chip constellations?
They hide their warmth beneath the cookie crust of night.
The universe kneads us, a dough of droplets,
each a voyager seeking the ocean's embrace.
Are we not all, in our own way, cosmic cookies?