Signals intertwine...
Echoes of the first light,
Decomposing into cosmic whispers,
A slice
of eternity trapped in motion.
Is it philosophy or reverie?
An orbit around truth,
spinning silently through;
Mystic
antennas picking
signals soft,
between galaxies of thought,
threads spooling across muted,
yet vigilant skies.
Listen to the
embers
flickering in the void.
Echoes
Reflect on reflecting
mirrors, shattered by
the supernova's agony,
Embodied pain turns _silent_.
Seek solace in the Empty Signal