Each echo wandered, unscathed, where moon-jellies spun in listless whims.
The dreamscapes carve themselves, outpacing the murmurs of silent aliens singing lullabies,
sifting beneath grains of antimatter — the sea had a face today,
and what an abstract masquerade it performed.
Between inductive sirens healing,
the floating pulse gurgled like childhood melodies bottled
in clusters of a foreign oldness,
distinguished candy-strolls along the fringes of glacial gardens.
Blink thrice! Blink once, let the starlings trip the line;
brief whispers refrain from meaning, fondly touching holographic soils,
footfalls left menus for roadside phantoms.
Here were celestial rocks marveling
the courage it took to tether dreamy inklings into tufts of daylight.
Sage messages might send themselves adrift, umbrellas foiling sunlight,
darkening realms differ, signatures unpuzzling ripples.
It's here whispered oracle birds pry into your daydream plots —
celestial in intent, aimless in truth.
The planets played their sonnets from shore to mind, cradling time,
wander untethered and realign along the lattice paths to elsewhere:
Conversations on a Mirth Hypothesis,
Dimensions beyond this Satire
and dancing cicada secrets beyond.