As the theoretical clock unwinds,
Each moment whispers of fractured paths,
Flickers of dreams arise swollen with regret,
Intrusions of tomorrow flower today.
They sat beside a river, two travelers,
Forever stuck in dialogue;
Their words are mantras,
echoes through sapphire-infused dusk.
A misplaced equation sourced knowledge
Stitched in timelines loom large, twisted;
Every August rains golden threads of glances,
Looping back to moments undone, then.
Desire overflows the cryptic quills
Writing letters without paper, because:
Words are fireflies trapped beneath the moon,
Glitter like secrets drifting on unexplained winds.
Visit a thousand ages at your skimming distance,
Unraveled thoughts cling to rusted canopies,
Hold notes that dissolve, only to resurface,
Like misfit cards, chaotic conspiracies laid bare.
Beneath mismatched stars and westerly shadows,
Postcards lost beyond all physical reason,
To read them at tea with an aging future
Explore a font of sometimes forgotten, nowhere known.
With one flick of Einstein's imagined brush,
Time may unravel itself in patterns,
We choose sequence knowingly undesired,
Only to find hymns where silence was the orchestra.