Cosmic Drift Metronome
In an infinite universe snug within pockets of stars
A lone metronome ticks against the cosmic tide.
Observe its dance, a waltz of whimsy untold and
The universe's most voluminous lullabies intermixed with
The hum of distant galaxies' stolen dreams.
On quiet nights, the metronome weeps
A pendulum swinging to saxophone serenades
Enamored by comets' trajectories lean,
Here lives the ticklish truth -
Time keeps not the chronicle, but the chuckle of quasars.
Cosmic particles lean in, eavesdropping
As photons play peek-a-boo in the moonlight.
Nostalgic rhythms quiver, bend
And the stars' synchronized snores hum a haunting tune.
Ponder Further Destinies A pendulum swinging to saxophone serenades
Enamored by comets' trajectories lean,
Here lives the ticklish truth -
Time keeps not the chronicle, but the chuckle of quasars.
Cosmic particles lean in, eavesdropping
As photons play peek-a-boo in the moonlight.
Nostalgic rhythms quiver, bend
And the stars' synchronized snores hum a haunting tune.
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