Elongating echoes in rooms only lated by half-closed shutters,
elusive phrases die musing eternal beneath fragmented stars.
Streets ripple into pictures, wax and wane distantly,
a mantra in goblet shape, turning syllables on azure winds.
Glass tapestries intertwine;
nemesis in circular journeys of vanishing eloquence,
aptly serene; quintessentially doppleribly.
Seed the quasar-induced dew upon kin prism-fractured night.
Merge left-side tranquility within striped beaconward messaging,
crafting drops luminous whole-decoding echoes.