In the forest of unexpectedly learned names,
a quartz sphere quietly yearns.
Whispering codes entwined in sonic grace—
listen, but only if truth eludes you.
The skies fall down, each drop a memory,
fragmented prose dissolving into the ether.
Words clash, surfaces melting out of rhyme,
shadowing the hint of something lost.
Wander the labyrinthine path—
words color-coded absurdity
a tree with clockface leaves
angles deciphered to reveal softness.
Did you know the wind named yesterday incorrectly?
kindling canaries made of light,
a lion's echo through Fibonacci corridors
chord unnoticed unnoticed llanto in the night.