Crushing Silence

Whispers of the clockwork inner sanctum
Ticking hearts weaving dreams, fractured
Each cog a thought, spinning into another
Silence drapes like velvet curtains.

A broken alarm retains moments—
In shadows, echo the lingering begins,
An invitation to drift beneath the oil’s sheen,
Floating amidst frozen minds distanced.

In a garden of quiet play,
Fluttering asteroids paint futures unheard,
Will you dream in the decrement of sounds,
As the clock unwinds alternate realities?