In the silent breath of eternity,
time weaves its most delicate tapestry;
a quantum whisper, entangled in the somnolent haze,
where dreams like technicolor supernovae,
cascade through the ethers, unbound and unfocused.
Upon the shores of graspable myth,
echoes hum, celestial and profound,
resonating the harmonics of a soul's past—
fractured, yet whole in the symphonies of extasis,
where the lotus of wisdom eternally retreats.
What is the language of unlife,
spoken in the tongues of cosmos-ciders,
who sip from the quantum chalice?
Harmonies slip like ephemeral fish
in the ocean of nebula dreams.
Transmute heart to star—
they sing their three-note dirge
through the maze of syllables;
the whispers reach and touch,
a fugue of night and dawn entwined.
Connect through the portal, substance awakens, cultivate reveries.