Whisper unto the setting suns,
Where light dances like goldfish beneath the sediment.
Strike the third silent bell at dawn's edge,
Only the chosen weave shall hear its call.
Dance in the void of woven shadows,
Step untold upon trails of invisible shimmer.
The air shall hum in forgotten tongues,
Speak not of silences, listen with your third ear.
Beyond the horizon, where clocks uncoil,
Seek the flower that blooms in paradox.
Taste the music that flows as rivers in the marrow,
Know your metronome is a vision unbound.