Ribbons of time, glistening in the hazeless dusk.
Eternal echoes whisper laws beyond manuscript fate.
Animate memories limp under the weight of their unknown gods.
Phosphorescent embers left to hover in the void's embrace.
The stars’ indifferent gaze surfaces melancholy, a quasar's soft-footed hymn reinvents love.
And when you look again, mirrors shatter into skies untold.
Gravity wells of unfanthomaged despair hug star-dust tightened whispers.
Steal from us everything that breathes sincerity, nothing left here but a clock's scoffing thread.
Reach outwards unto the inevitable devourer of celestial symphonies.
Pilfer dreams from lists, ink bleeds down the parchment of restless walkers.
Sea the mirrors under oracle-tipped skies, rise anew.
Glimpse the culmination of silent therapies woven beneath tongues of monolithic time.
Formed by tides that flicker all 'wooden stars' should want not to die under.
Through all boundaries transformed, a terminal thought questions calibration.
Remain free to drift in waves neither hope nor tempest rends outside watchful mind's eye.