In the Echo of a Flicker

Do the ripples of silence that blanket the ascension know the stories of the souls that trace their light upon aqueous mirrors? Limbs extending outward into the void, into soulful reminiscence, footprints leading nowhere. The constellations script letters unknown to the knowledgeable, creating skeletal dances whence wishes scattered. Rows upon rows, but there’s no street here, just a journey's unraveling.

The wave murmurs, and so we listen, tethered by threads unseen and paths unexplored. Eternity looms around corners brimming with undiscovered deliberations, specters of adventuring reverberations. In this infinity, watch the stardust finger paint across monochrome galaxies. Was that a wisp or remembered intimacy? Perhaps a mirage set forth by desire's busy solitude.