Hidden within the structures
Lies the drooping ceiling of unsaid words,
Draped across sleeping horizons,
Resonating with unechoed sound.
Temporal whispers sift through the skin,
The scent of untouched galaxies,
A labor of stars betrayed under
The warden's kindly dreamless watch.
Hidden narratives curl around scattered trees,
Awaiting syllables like
dew awaiting invalidivity in time's clutch,
Glass inspheres within spinning arbitrary puppets.
Meet the infinitude blink,
Sweep the shadows escaping spirals.
An echo breathes an unplanned stammer—
Forgotten, here lie the revealed giants.