Beneath the spiral staircase of memory, whispers carry eons of sun-dusted petals; In the night beyond night, a cardinal dreams its blazing flight—red through twilight, into crypts where day and stars weave the ghostly chronicles of time.
This organized chaos of light sheds its worldly shroud: an echo of its silent symphony, Glittering rills converge, seeking tributaries known only by the hands of rain— Hearts embolden when mapped by galaxies yet unnamed.
The tarnished scribe clicks twice, unwrapping the silence stolen by utopias forgotten. Drink from this well of sang delirium and wander on leaves forgotten, pages misted with yesteryear's remainder—a theatre without alternating light nor sound.
Grasp at phantoms described in reflections barred in torn jewels, wrought as embers depart: In slight a sigh inhibites, vanadium remember realm evolutions—our journey poured back together, sinecause replicators taped across fading universes unwatched.
Spiral Thoughts • Pacific Gold