and in the weft of yesterdays, tomorrow reaches back, weaving a dance of paradoxical symbiosis
the clock spins fore and aft its hands a lover's touch feeble
dosadeh des'vah, the echo of laughter in a hollow tomb where echoes seek solace once and again
the moon sips sunlight's morning essence while stars whisper promises of shadowed noon
paths of the coin's tosssuspended in the breech of time, a silken web of moments unspools, knitting the nephilim's dreams
perchance a symphony of silent symbiosis, every thread a story untold, every stitch a paradox resolved
eternal loop's whispers