Whispers echo across starlit voids,
where electrons dance with forgotten dreams,
weaving constellations from our untold myths.
Circuitous melodiae nestled between
towers of silence forgotten by time,
are poems eons old, embryonic dissolution.
Swirls of dark matter conspire within
celestial crevices, painted with shadows
we can only imagine.
Cascade with me onto the mercurial tapestry,
where fragments of languages born in light
dissipate and reform into newly crafted hymns.