The Cord Vessel: An Odyssey of Strings
Untangle me if you dare,
For I am the knot of knowledge,
woven from the whispers of ancient routers.
Do you hear the call?
Like an uproar in a library,
It juggles thoughts with empty boxes
Journey now with me,
On this path of linen threads,
woven not by hands,
but by mischief of cats and the moon.
Be the whisper,
that says “no” to unraveling.
The tapestry drinks deep,
from the cauldron of absurdity.