Weaving moments, intangible as the sky's threadbare night. Thoughts dissolve in the undercurrents drifting through scenes; escaping fingers knit dreams in perpetual motion.
The equations hold their secrets. Pulsating decimations in sleepless waves—horizons stretch infinitely. Carry forth a conception of purpose unraveled into strings of neglect.
Yet abstraction is stirred within the whirlpool:
whispers of eternal machinations, locked in time's forgetful loop.