Listen, listen, to the static
As stars flicker in a forgotten tongue,
Concerning the eclipsed paths, known
But to them, the voyagers of shadowed realms.
Pulse the sound, humble and twisted,
Like language buried beneath the seafloor,
Speaking in haloes of scattered light,
Unsung, yearning, eternal yet brittle.
The dreams overlay fragmented realities,
Vibrating echoes in the obscured evening haze,
Streets populated by semi-forgotten spectres,
Murmured haikus within whispered lullabies.
Lorem glimmer brightly but fade,
Martian lines twist, good fortune undone,
May static shield thee, lest fragments inode.
Explore whispers: floating echoes, cosmic conduits.