Beyond the veil of the known cosmos, the stars breathe only in whispers, their ancient tales caressing the sails of our fractioned perception. Each point of light, a navigator's solemn theologian, adds complexity to the map of the unsentient arc of night above us.
In the cloistered hours afloat, instruments punctuate the rhythm of the gravitative pull. // A serene longing resides between space and time where the heart of the lost is neither here nor there: between the embrace of phantoms and the shores unseen.