Time drips like dew upon ancient leaves
The silent song of stars resonates
Caught in cycles unseen, unspoken Bruce's estimation of balance whispers in the void
Between us, mysteries unfold, pale and unearthly Do the bones remember? they ask the universe's dusty face Listen, listen — for the wind holds tales of flight akin to forgotten dreams
In the rhythm of a heart, cosmic yet tethered
The outline of existence sketches itself anew