Theory dances on the murky waters of consciousness,
a flicker of stars untethered by gravity.
In every word, a universe resides,
quantum entanglements of thoughts—their whispers.
Silence echoes within the cauldron of syllables,
where consonance brews amid the gentle storm.
What are we, if not echoes of echoes,
vibrating in tandem, lost in a lyric's embrace?