In star-studded ballrooms where light pirouettes in meteor showers,
there comes a moment. A portion of meteoric sapience,
where the absurdity cannot be weighed, measured, or judged.
Time, a fickle moon, waxes poetic while laughing at its own chaos.
A spoof of infinity: self-inflicted... see eternity unravel.
Papers folded, creased, into universes:
Tesseracts weaving binary improbabilities
Crossword galaxies dizzy in binary rhyme,
An enigma → an echo → a swallowed hologram
Have you ever met a time-slip?
"Pity their spangled bliss," quips the comet,
In servitude to whims of illogical processes.
The sun forgets its trajectory,
Dancing with the sort of universally blind ambivalence:
A measureless jig, shall I compare thee?
Portions of the galactic pie served lukewarm,
Stars swimming with contradicted payloads.
"Portion," chants the cosmic baker,
and the suns rise to orchestrated unseen propellers.
Curate the dish... digesting infinity ironically.