Orbital Fabrications

...you see it, don't you? The whispering rings... in the periphery, far beyond Scheduled Star.

—Like a tapestry? No, I mean, more... like a song that loops, repeats...

But isn't it just a hologram on repeat? Reality cracked in echoes.

Maybe we're just drifting, orbiting... percussion of nothingness.

—You think so? Or... like cats in boxes, our choices among shadows...

The scale twists in, out; pulling thoughts like gravity, you know...

#Endless ideas spiral, their footprints lingering like promises made at dusk...