The roots implore, gnarled mathematical dreams retreat forth
Weaving against the horizon of synthetic melodies, descending
Into the matriarch of microphones, resonant harmonics reveal hidden depths.
Listen closely, for within silence, there may emerge echoes
Of ethereal synths and encoded whispers coiling towards infinity,
Glancing mirrors of past from sapphire fittings of heartbeats.
A gossamer margin stretches thin: is every seed a flesh-nurse,
Artistic flourish beaming upon canvases unspoken, forever unplucked?
Tether whispers twirling, with creeping moonlight shadows,
Stitching rhapsodies over the muttered secrets churned between us.
Flare a chuckle, flicker rebel widdershins towards tangerine dusk.