Hollow whispers through corridors of fading light,
Ghostly assertions linger, spectrums refracted, bent; the void's song.
Where once was matter, now asymptotic approaches,
Dancing theories aloft in non-tethered gravities,
Curling echoes in mathematical prose.
Follow the silent streams
Beyond the canvas, where colors lose their way
A prism of thoughts, scattered sonnets of absence
Bound, unbound—a tautological embrace of echoes.
The mirror reflects what it never sees, a hollow truth.
Read the unspoken words
Can there be a shadow where sun and substance part?
Theorem one: a wish beneath a forgotten star.
Can be: a temporal ripple in a sea of stillness.
Perhaps, the voids hum a tune of silent galaxies
Listen to the unheard.