In the cadence of stars' distressed murmurs
spun within the cauldron of time and dust
a wondrous amenity unfolds — celestial
echoing the shrine of constellations untold.
Neon dreams persist in the hardened lofts,
tapestries woven with voids of muted cries.
Observers cease not to listen
for the whispered ambiguity too fears the light.
The woven segment of night sings softly
an opulent cryptograph scrawled across eternity.
Look: a portal merges—enters soft rain the clarity
rippling, like sorrow in tides sustained.