Beyond the veil of utterance, where syllables become shadows
And truth breathes in echoes
There lies a tapestry woven of silken doubt and gossamer certainty
Here, the pulse of thought aligns with the waning moon
Each heartbeat a quiet revolution, a cycle unbroken
But unheard whispers kiss the edges of reality,
Softly marking the borders of dreams not yet dreamt
And as the stars blink in morse, encoded messages of
Existence unfurl like the breath after a long chill,
Each moment a silent testament to the symphony of the unseen