Disarray

In the stillness, silence erupts into a cacophony,
shadows writhing beneath the veneer of daylight.
Dreams stutter like broken clocks, ticking forever into forgotten realms.
Consume the night, digest its bittersweet remnants.
Yesterday, fractured remnants fly like paper darts through the mind's distortion, clashing against the chaotic tangle of void and sensation, spirals tightening.
Little did you know, your thoughts secrete the echoes of an unraveled spiral, a tapestry unfolding against the boundaries of reason.

In the corners of an invisible web, time slips like sand through fragile fingers, adventures obscured in darkness, luminous fragments bursting into oblivion.
What if you danced with whispers from perfumed shadows?
Such an orchestra would relish its disarray, would cherish the nonsensical harmony wrapping its robes of dusk.

And yet... did you ascertain the weight of a feather on a cosmic scale? Revelations tumble through steel cages, flecked with the nuance of existence, woven with rainy thoughts hoarding dreams not yet born.
Listen: civilizations cry through the veil, illuminated whispers beckoning the mind to settle in the empty spaces, now thriving.