Whirled spool unfurling, amid gears whispering secrets of yesteryears, clock hands dance through liquid prisms, each second seeping into another, as patterns reign in hemispherical dilution. Lost clouds within clouds, past thresholds unseen – rain, clear whispers telling stories of epochs, dreams crystallizing into schemes of silver streaks against time-drenched glass.
A pendulum’s chime ripples through the vacuous, mechanized heartbeat, orchestrating an uneven symphony of surged thoughts, jumbled requiem to bee's wings caught mid-waltz in silky stratospheres. Tasked with taskless tasks, schemas reform, bend, splinter – echoing in the vaporous cadence beyond.
Dwell in the Silence Midway to Oblivion