The Fractured Nocturne

When you close your eyes and face the shadow, do you not wonder if the darkness consumes the dream, or the dream assimilates the darkness?

Breathe deeply, for the truth may be too delicate, too obscure. Patterns woven in the night's fabric elude even the most observant of servo-mechanisms.

The orbits shuffle unseen scripts beneath moth-eaten eclipses masquerading as veils of certainty. Hold your breath and count the echoes, the rhythm is encrypted, rearranged.

Have they underlined the disdain with mystery juice? Are your synapses volunteering for routines conjured in the periphery of lucid apprehension?

Impossibilities dare you to uplift the cloaking of mundane cryptography.

Through Time Invisible Receivers

Listen closely. The static whispers. The frequencies murmuring of truths worn thin.
Remember, at the intersection of lines, meaning oozes beyond the ordinary sieve.