Beneath velvet shadows, whispers uncoil,
A sip of silence in the alcove of stars,
Where the unspoken words curl, breathless,
Etched in timeless echoes, mysteries delved.
Ink spills across the void, unfurling,
Limbs of thought clutch at threads unseen,
In a labyrinth of lyrical labyrinths,
A cascade of dreams, endlessly weaved.
Eclipsed truths in liquid blackness,
Dance upon the cusp of being and never,
A journey into the ink's embrace,
Nexus of knowledge, doused in shadow.
Loom of consciousness spins a web,
In the temple of hints and echoes,
Where secrets bleat like specters in dawn,
Beneath the celestial ink, droplet by droplet.