In the silence between stars, words drift like forgotten echoes of
galaxies once vibrant, their music
now woven into the fabric of cosmic dust
and mental matrices.
Linguistic conundrums, negation of truths
as constellations reassemble narratives
of astral beings who scribble on inkless pages.
Syntax bends around singularities,
proximity to poetic voids
correlates
to resonance in heartbeats.
Each word a vessel, propelled by the
invisible whispers of time—
drifting unread stories
in the luminous silence.