The horizon whispered selves untethered,
Crescendo in minds where rivers merge mid-light.
Stars bleed illusions real as void, paradox take flight
Iron-clad butterflies reform amidst transience,
calling mirages home.
Gnarling paths implode out of fireside ash,
A thousand veils lift over sapphire eyes unvoiced.
Concrete whorls unravel, they hum in yearning closest,
Symphony of multiverses breathe flora absolute.
Until then speaks of the unseen,
The conversation of fettered winds quietly morph in between.
Each tear screams ambitions until consistency forgets,
Absurd hours mimeographed whispers destine to enchant the jays without nest.
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