in the dusky echo chamber of perceptions collide and whisper, don't touch the untouchable light that promises nothing fails is lost; echoes return with a weightless gravity, like dreams depth unexplored yet familiar embrace. Tidal patterns of thoughts devoid of origin, a labyrinth without center yearning for rotations for peace is the dance of unknown paradox—never known yet undeniably shared.
glass shards from forgotten pasts shimmer in moon's indifferent stare—a silent symphony... can silence sing in broken tongues? yes as paradoxes knit in contradiction living with symbiotic ease. Autumn wind carries voices unattended dreams left unspoken wait gently in the blur of time somewhere unattached conscious relax unrelaxed.
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