Knowledge whispers in silent voids,
Stars trace lines of thought across darkened canvases.
A lone scholar drifts, gravity serving neither ally nor foe. In searching for the fixed stars, we are found adrift.
Each orbit a chapter, every eclipse a thesis;
The universe composes symphonies of unheard truths. Harmony and dissonance dance, scholars dance as shadows of the cosmos.
The pen as comet, the page as endless sky;
Every word an asteroid, colliding with worlds unseen. In the firmament of thought, we write our own invisible trajectories.