Crumb by crumb, the universe unravels;
an oven of stars baking solitude.
Did you ever taste the silence, crisp and golden?
Echoes marinated in almond essence.
In a café of distant galaxies, we sip echoes:
rosemary mysteries steeped in espresso thoughts.
Flour swirled with the dust of bygone yesterdays,
kneaded softly by hands of sleep.
Consider the dip of fate into fractured time;
a cosmic drizzle of melted chocolate wisdom.
Each biscuit a chapter, each sip a verse;
together they compose a symphony of crumbs.