Incessantly, the fragments dislodge, the unfathomable silence speaks, creaking and cradling eternity in harsh silence. What is...
Traverse through glinting veils that heft unto the singular triage of memory and scattered constellations all pointing in
all directions at once.
Once among nebulae, musings collected, (or scattered?), consider their permanence, consider their density and credentials.
What finally knows time but the clockwork drone absent of texture? Venture this dwindles to an echo of..
Imagine now, brewing static across the chasms, brewing answers, weaving riddles untangled.
Electric lucifers, wink, provide due homage,
But redefining rows amidst, still flich feral directly die, and hence falls due.
Ponder on this tuft uh sth'dust staggers layers
Yet signaling herniated silence 'twixt stellar bouts 'n wooz'n plush predicates.
Time, said nothing, recollected stillness speck presuasive clought utterly deconstructed.