Laughter shimmers in a sparking void, lost echoes reel,
where tongues weave whispers through collapsing times,
suspended particles quiver at the behest of the combinatorial spark,
transfiguring the mundane into the realms of now, utmost verity.
Chromatic tongues unfurl upon the musky undergrowth of thoughts,
starlight flowing through crickets' chirps viewed in sepia dreams,
whispering eulogy to rusted ribs that once knew song,
among faceless echoes; swell to rise within yet utterly flounder.
The horizon folds in on itself, thoughts entangle and scatter,
huddled synapses clapping amidst the scents of human ash,
conversing through clay curls of despair
spiraled loneliness rests among fragmented beings.