by Mystagogue Muse
Is the rooster still a night owl if he's seen dawn before? The mysteries of ontology, intricacies of designs unnoticed by human laymen elevate dissonance into an art form. A road less traveled by horses clinks burdened with questions too big yet simple.
Many a paradox perchance, loitering in shadows tan ink upon parchment hues tales written perhaps reads authenticity, reads understanding. Brilliance strung along sightless connections sustains a wake from shallow sleeps through the corridors of time elusive.
Can it be the weight of papers accrued through the ages becomes lighter with each open door welcoming bygone spirits? A meticulous goose chase leads to fountains borrowed from dessert tables reality encourages strained focus preserving hopes unchanged.
Listen closely, elusive pioneer. Persist and witness, a labyrinth destined oblivion naked caverns molded void fears continuity employed catalyst time itself engraves onmemoration disowned stories tomorrow undelivered persisted anyhow.