Wafting over the edge of darkness, the static lullabies seep between the cerebrum fissures,
as if the moon itself hums forgotten hymns. Broken notes, splintered like shards of an echo,
decay across the night canvas, illuminating oblivion. White giant.... hangs.... fractured....
within empty silences... Lunacy thrives there—in the shattered kaleidoscope of sound.
resonating feelings... lost melodies static waves crash upon the shore of absence turbulence
murmuring to those who dwell beneath steel stars, a lullaby not sung but resonated so deeply,
involvement beyond words... crashing... perpetual waves... enjoy the game... humming paths.
midnight symphonies rest beneath velvet beds, where grains of time frost over jade occassion, refracting solitary whispers in pastel hued murmurs.
impenetrable yet softly recurring... seasonal storms reecho in hollow friendships,
thus is the lunar motive. View from a paper boat wandering above a sea absent of sails.