The Basswave

Between heartbeats, sound seeds sprout nascent waves, flickering tapestry woven into the tapestry of night. Silent dreams pulse like distant drums in a echo chamber.

Listen, the whispers rippled in the neon fog, tune to the frequency of thought suspended: luminescent fragments beg for release from shadows’ grasp.

Do shapes hold meaning or simply dance? Balance teeters, uncertain, as we reach into voids beyond comprehension...

Drift through whispers... Surface glimmers echo beneath