Quantum Tranquility
In webs of forgetfulness, whispers reside,
as tangled thoughts dance on the fringes of silence.
Existence ripples through the cosmos,
filtering through shadows of clarity.[1]
Stars collapse into the mind's eye,
each glimmer a promise of what we cannot hold,
while shadows linger long enough
to have breathing rights in the shimmer of dusk.[2]
Interstellar sighs collect like memories,
reflections twisted by the paradox of becoming;
what it means to be has slipped through time's fingers
like vapor traces of ancient songs.[3]
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