From the core’s lingering embrace,
where consciousness floats, vagrant,
the essence fractures—stardust spills.
Visions bloom, a galaxy of moments:
The taste of cosmic solitude,
laughter dancing on the edge of implosion,
the final pulse, a quasar's dirge.
In the imprints of radiant sorrow,
an eon whispers to the void,
its embodiment now flares in impoverished azure.
Echo the myths of implosive quiescence,
haunt the trajectories marked by silken veils,
dissolve at the fringe of unseen oscillations.
Seek now the remnants in laughter
of kerosene dreams and echoic mischief—
patterns of darkness, longing full of dying light,
phosphorescent trails upon eternity’s glass.
And the whispers sing on,
resonating through the heart of starlight,
while the voiceless sleep in veils of time,
over sleepless shores of vaporous dreams.