Glimpses of infinity swirl around
I spin upon an invisible disk,
facets reflecting shards of dreams
whispered secrets of galaxies unknown,
space breaches the silence
cascading over thoughts like forgotten rain.
Gardens grow there, in spaces between synapse jumps,
roots penetrating the very fabric of consciousness
while stars wink impishly
in distant oases of time.
Prodigal journeys of the mind,
lost upon a verb that never seems to end,
echoing in the vault of space inside,
where all whispers converge and diverge
endlessly in echoing symphony.