Whispers bleed through the crenulated walls of memory, expanding, contracting,
as if each pulse knows the circumference of forgotten meaning.
Time never stands still, but misses a step like a delicate stumble over cracked earth.
Gravity baits thoughts that slip through the feeble grasp of consciousness,
long trails, comet-like in spanning the dusty echoes of yesterdays and yet-to-bes,
unraveling the universe's forgotten patterns against the night sky.
Do you feel the weight of stars, quietly shattered into lullabies
that call the soul, small, retreating, an ember within your helm of dreams?
Ghosts resonate beneath the surface, muffled songs in the void.