In the astral vine, where galaxies twine,
lies the grape of eternity, tender and divine.
A sip of nectar, cosmos align,
resonant echoes, forging design.
Wrapped in playful heavenly hues,
whispers of poison, beneficial muse.
Fertile lies in this cosmic light,
revel in echoes, give spectrums flight.
Entranced in whispers of liquid night,
dissonance dances with harmonic insight.
Spiral tones with undying feels
cascading laughter, the lucid reel.
Cycles of beats in the celestial forge,
plaid patterns stitched, striding the gorge.
Tumultuous knowledge bursts, seeds intertwined,
within this grape, the universe signed.