Aspiral Vow

In the tumult redefine the echo of genesis beneath the fathoms.

We assemble, the droplets, coalescing within a muddied sky. I am born anew, hesitating while descending, grasping at infinity's curve, a solitary voice battling the cacophony silent in paradox.

Soon, I am afloat within the embrace of vastness, spiraling through intricate pathways unseen. It feels as though the universe constricts and expands within my singular form, concealing more wonder than I dare to fathom.

Each surface skimming passage forms a transmission—a kaleidoscope partition of echoes. Impure and pure, connected and severed, each fall a cascade rippling into the next luminescent weave.

Memories spiral outwards—a pattern danced by entropy and harmony. They recede into shadows as light foregrounds the mirror array of raindrop brethren past mountains softened by temporal sighs.

Linking parallels past echoing coasts, we few ride our spiral voyage toward a destiny —perhaps the ocean's whispered lull they once spoke of, or the beginning’s clarity yet to ripple into the apparent.

Whisper Shorelines Abysmal Truths