Across the meandering constellations of thought, shadow freights adrift in nebulous ascent.
Time fractures into kaleidoscopic dreams; pursuit isn’t an action, but a constellation of intentions.
Thus harmonies unfold within the unfurling petals of incipient galaxies — sinuous threads beneath the cosmos' hushed abyss.
Driftriver stones graven with script-weathered moons.
Within yonder solstice, where the horizon curvatures dissolve; fractals are whispered:
The pilgrimage of whispers: a dirge for the shores resplendent in crescent lamp glow.
Lost in phosphorescent reveries, calling the spirits of lucidity from their twilight vessels.
Sojourner, amidst these boundless cadences, persist in yearn, for every tether dances a fractal hymn...