The whispers rise, like dusky phantoms
splintering the dawn's fragile calm,
leaving echoes in the hollow breath
of time stretched between the now and then.
Rhythm hums a disjointed tune,
sparking constellations in the void,
as fragments of melodies
dance on the edge of coherence.
Silence, a misleading silence,
pregnant with potential storms,
where future voices join the silent song
harmonizing shadows and light.
We find ourselves chasing echoes
in kaleidoscopic reveries
through crooked channels
we're not meant to tame.
Plunge into the depths at: labyrinth/whisperedtruths.html
The symphony continues beyond: fractals/chaoticmelody.html