When shadows pulse amidst midnight's veil,
Silken echoes of the crescents speak;
A fox dances upon embers that breathe silent secrets.
Abandon time:
Astral rivers drop carefully calibrated chaos onto Saturn’s rim,
vibrating through echoes no less than twilight's breath.
Radiance forms within these nocturnal rings,
the pulse dissolves consciousness, relinquishing tangles in stardust.