In a world where gelatinous anomalies govern the tides,
the unsung songs incant devotion to lukewarm tenacity.
Raise ye blindfolds, oh harbingers of jello moons,
For the dawn arrives in quantum paradox hues.
Beneath the surface of irreverent tranquility,
A jello box jiggles in forlorn tempo, judiciously.
Fortune cookies whisper secret horizons,
Riddled inside with confectioner's salt ambition.
Did you ever hear the manifesto of misplaced marigolds,
programming the universe with lost trumpet practices?
Oh, kaleidoscope of irony, swirl now
In mosaic melodies that outdo Newton’s jellyfish sonnets.