Whispers from the borders of the universe,
tangled in fleeting shadows of astral allure.

Linger now between what is remembered
and the unvoiced pleasures of moons past.

The stars sing in a language forlorn,
unfurl secrets written in heartbeats.

Frequencies misaligned—do you feel their yearning?
The transmitters hum beneath a velvet queerness,
here and to there,
chaos doth waltz through these celestial musings.