When the tides script the universe
Laughing stars, mere particles
Lighthouses flicker blind in midseas
Collect your thoughts
Empty pockets filled with echoes
The universe sold out, last piece at discount
Silence polite wars of voices
A bow to the abyss is but a full stop
Inscribe on the tide the vanity of no vanity
Dare to seek meaning in
Storms brewed in teacups
Harmony amidst sure chaos certified
Drown in the Docket of Dreams
Whispers Through the Nothing
Echoes of Unsung Verses