In the cosmic tapestry, nylon whispers,
A nebula's silent screams stitch through darkness,
Swirling, twirling — forgotten echoes,
In the bowl of the universal kitchen:
Sauced across galaxies,
Marinated in the glistening of stardust.
Hanging lanterns of ancients, forgotten —
your names etched in light,
beyond the omniscient reach,
Abandoning all gravity with grace.
Among the thick broth of time:
Time substitutes eternity
— and soup bubbles with promise.
Here, in the galaxy's whispering friend,
A lonely song cloaked in a heart's sink —
dance the invisible orbs,
Taste the mulch of existence.
Cosmic cuisine, seasoning the air
Are you even tasted?