In the bosom of forgotten cosmos,
where lanterns whisper songs of tides,
.
.
*
Silence etches echoes, +.
..
A cosmic melody muted beneath
Dust-crusted paths on the ocean floor,
Sailing across silent streams,
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And the balm of staggered steps
Resonates - glimmering intuition.
Find solace in the spectral ocean: Wander with distant orbs
Incandescent children dance upon waves of silence,
has [when]
harmony etched sharpness always been so?
The constellations curl and reach,
to
business afar hands (immaterial vessels)