With every tick of an unseen gyroscope, our hearts aligned with a rhythm no earthbound feet have dared embrace.
Leave no path unravelled, the whispers course through our skin under the modern stars — neon buddhas in a tent breaking the fold's constraints.
A masquerade in soft shadows; skin reflects stories untold, draped antiquities of flimsy echoes — rhapsodies tremble over every prickling crest.
Here, time undulates — a diaphragm breathing freely in kaleidoscope visuals.
Unravel these revelries with fingertips vedic and profound. A dance, sparkles abounds, the moon winks with titillating gender-disguished guise glory.
Being A Particle Dying — every heartbeat crypt escapes each fragmented endeavor of risk and reward: embrace.
Soul, shone beneath alabaster suns, eternally filtered through ink-chpped rivulets between fingers: gilded thoughts.
Hide no longer beneath luminescence; the ethereal shard unveils dawn in sky tourbillon.
Echoes flee into coolness, tenderness vanquished under sweet burden, and lenses question weight placed upon breasts black with polished patina, the double omni-vac gate.
Through desperation, through throbbing joy — whisper to polarized sensations wending hidden pitches cadenza unchecked summons.