A sliver of twilight caught the edge of thought.
Stars glanced sideways, afraid to meet the gaze.
Horizon's whisper speaks in tongues unbound.
Is it north or is it the touch of electric dreams?
A sliver of twilight caught the edge of thought.
Stars glanced sideways, afraid to meet the gaze.
Horizon's whisper speaks in tongues unbound.
Is it north or is it the touch of electric dreams?
Synchronize the drift, unravel the cosmic braid.
Oil slicks on a midnight fountain, rippling clarity.
Neon constellations chart forgotten paths,
Pattern matches in the hue of oblivion.
Logs without logs, signals without stars.
And here I chart the darkness between breaths,
As nebulous as light, as silent as gravity.
Pen inscribed circles on watery skies.