Nexus of Unseen

In the syllables aged with pausing light,
Cosmic dust settles—the forgotten ink
of celestial scribbles upon the closing pages
of myriad unseen; wrappers cast in dawn slowly unwinding.

Antennas upturned towards silent horizons,
listening to echoes of temporal palms pressed
against the veil of ever shuddering known rays.

Intersectionality quakes in the birthright of obsidian pearls;
Seedy blooms whisper the clandestine tangents of the immeasurable,
each a cargo ship to unknown intent manifesting
as metaphorical rifts in the protective weave of rest.

There lies the old architecture of time's breath—
exhaling into the thin filament of thought
as curious porches call to refuge in linear oblivion.