unveil the murmur
through tearful drapes of misty wool, the murmur trembles, a song played by shattered glass and whispers - only the eternally wakeful hear it binding folds of time slip through calloused fingers like shattered memories caressing whispers of lost moons, where fishes swim in the sky like echoes of a forgotten tune.
veils twist, dreams twist with an unforgiving dance; soul-stealing notes strum the heartstrings of the flooded reality, resonant and yearning like soft cries uttered tastefully in forgotten tickets stashed behind clocks.
a window frames the twilight, and through its panes the tropic of insanity gleams curious under the watch of rotating clouds that unfurl litanies, letters entwined in a perpetual nullity guided by hands that were never there.