Entangled whispers weave through blue canopies—an intricate lattice slide-rules across horizons.
Time ticks like a violin's last sigh, sonorous echoes crashing into feathery atoms.
We are but mirrors tilted towards unseen spheres.
Pixels of thought paint chaotic constellations, define lines on faces of perpetual dusk.
Each word, a jasmine petal, drifts solemn in absence of the moon—where do they go when no one listens?
Quantum thoughts leap like shy kittens amidst tangled memories.
Concrete dreams unravel, seen yet unseen, decaying within the embrace of cosmic solitude.
Every singularity harbors a paradoxical laughter, a riddle wrapped in starlight ghost.
Bridging between rains, the horizon breathes—exhalation of oblivion.
We glean from liquid narratives; tethered to nowhere, they dissolve into dawn.