Echoes From the Cosmos

Who wore the stars like dust
       in the nocturnal stream,
the mourning moon in a teacup
looms large yet whispers small.

Temporal fabrics fray—
raindrop confessions trapped in completely irregular vessels,
does the quantum bridge hold?
Sing to the black cat's serenade, brushing against the void.

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