Beyond the clock hands, drifting like dust in an endless void—
whispers embroider patterns upon the fabric of everything,
songs sung eternally silent
in the moments between moments.
Curtains of starlight, cascading through aeons,
smoothly whispering of what has never been.
Ancient echoes dance beneath a stirred sea;
your shadow is as mine—is as eternity—
and each inhalation, a universe unwrapped,
intertwined thankfulness unwinding
beneath these tattered heels of infinity.