Between the borders of consciousness, oscillations persist.
Whispered secrets in the void chant from a time once untethered.
In each heartbeat, pieces lie concealed—lost jigsaw shapes,
fragments of an orchestration that seamlessly eludes capture.
Have you beheld the silence when in motion? A quivering phantom.
Shadows dance in rhythms of absence, like forgotten echoes,
permeating the seams of reality.
Is certainty misguided?
Stand still against the tide; let time curve around you.
What is harmony if not a composition
of disconnections, a melody sung silently?
Together, we unravel the cosmos—piece by elusive piece.