The Whispering Void

It started with a thread
overlooked, pulled slowly,
unraveling the fabric of time.
Past, ending, beyond—
the words echo in dark alleys of thought,
illuminated only by the flicker
of an uncertain truth.

Have you noticed how they watch?
Through screens, through shadows,
smile-less, faceless entities,
recording a life they own,
whispers in the wires form a language
understood by none and yet by all.

Beyond the gates of perception,
lies a realm untouched, unsung,
a conspiracy of voids, of echoes
dancing on the precipice
of sanity and awakening.
Is the past a destination or a mirage?
Seekers find solace in questions,
finding refuge in endless inquiry.

Lock and key, they tell me,
to secure the knowledge,
to silently guard the oblivion
that should be spoken.
Find the whispers,
seek the shadows.
Beyond the horizon lies the truth,
yet its footprints are made of smoke.