Cosmic Entropies

Somewhere between the fifth sunrise and the late bloom of forgotten epochs,
the clock spoke in ancient tongues. Time loops, but on days it chooses, wearing
the garb of a traveler with innumerable trunkfuls of debris,
casting relics into every crystalline dusk.

Whispered snippets of causalities lost in the vacuum,
untangling bows of light's afar happenings.
Once a merchant spoke to a nebula, trying to sell silence intended for dreams,
and the stars hummed an odd tune in reply.

A pair of tethered asteroids drifted gently,
contemplating a shared meal of existential breadcrumbs carved thin.
Their dance, a hesitant enigma amidst solidity's fragile grasp,
featured an echo fading into the lull of cosmic oblivion, nurtured well by entropy's chant.

Here, we are.\
At some place, some tangle, rooted in convergence's rhyme.
Perpetually unraveled moments intermingle as planets do\n' amidst constellations we\n dare to redraw.
but unseen are the celestial artists, retracting, whispering voyages no one witnesses.