Box of Illusions

The sky spoke in riddles,
mirror shards reflecting
a song made of wind
and fleeting dreams.

Whispers.

"Did you see what?

the clock ticks silently,
algorithm of silence,
palm leaves dance,
shadows covering starlight.

Secrets untold.

The rabbit hole bends,
madness in rhythm,
laughing at boundaries,
whispering through lines.

Ghostly murmurs.