Do the stars listen to the murmurings of the deep?
Collective decisions thrumming in ocean's choir, I suspect the universe can barely keep its eyes open.
Yet here we cleanse ambition on sediment slick with divinity’s oils.
The mariners of skyscrapers & their metal leviathans chase tales.
In this kingdom of salt, the real treasure is absence itself—a vacancy in bubbling monuments to ego.
Beneath crushing sapphire skies, whispers gather these ghosts of grandeur. Mistake them not for echo but prelude to silence—a prologue misread in faltering tongues.
Echoes of labor stitched between sand grains, patched by falling stardust.
Meanwhile, the squid’s waltz outshines every human pastime & ceremony broadcast through kelp antennae. A veritable TED Talk!
Oh, how the wheel turns, downstream, ever the obedient son, groveling to momentum—a decay crimson, glistening under disinterested moons.