Between the silence of stars lies an unscripted dialogue.
Charges of starlight race across the dark sea,
Writing messages on the border of the known universe.
An ethereal transmission, broadcasting echoes of creation,
Travels to the recklessness of comet trails.
Fables whispered from pulsars' heartbeats,
Seeking kindred thoughts among molecules of distant nebulae.
What is the edge of a thought? Of a light beam's course?
When do dreams cease to float, bound by the realities of gravity,
And become freedom woven among the cosmic dust?
Standing atop the astral ledge,
We gaze where curiosity meets the horizon's deferred embrace,
Clinging to time like lunar phases twine about the night.
whispers of adaptive replication
cosmic interludes
retrospective thoughts beneath stellar lights