rapturous comets utter haloes in ancient tongues, autumn's thread weaving celestial prose across transitory time waves.
echoes in a cocoon of darkness; the audience—all particle, all wave—they lean, cascade in narrative infinite.
longing vines enshroud the throat of reality;
tourniquets on uncertainty whispered by the astral voice.
grand stellar frescoes relate distance,
touching frequencies that part night's deep ink.
Do stories bounce amongst stars—or rather, does each inhale a new figment unite dark deep mysteries?
an unbinding hymn
step gingerly upon this: a soundscape blooming; truth fractured beyond silence, seek a clamor held self like molten time.