In the trance of saline pulse,
where stars dissolve in brine,
they resonate, radiant pulses
weaving light into lore, sublime.
Arise on a vestige of azure, ethereal limbs
skimming silence—each note, woven
unspoken, yet understood.
A lilting lamp’s whisper to the void.
Caverns remember clandestine songs
like a lost comet's farewell,
vinegar skies and syrup seas,
sinks and bouys...
Abide by spectral tempo that does not fade,
forged in the tempestry of light—a woven sky
tales of neon.
Breathe in between oblivion,
gentleness that sings unheard,
pulsing, quivering anemone,
a lantern entwined in night.