What does the silence between our breaths whisper as twilight beckons? The kettle fizzled with stars, while velvet shadows pranced across the pages of forgotten tomes.
Perhaps a cat in a hat has much more to say — increasingly baffling are the links drawn to spoonfuls of sugar, while the hourglass crumbles in soft sands.
Further obscure, are the forks in the road demanding choice; yet each leads to the emptiness of choice itself: