"In a world brimming with electric our whispered dreams soared just beneath, engulfed by webs of lace on unnamed pathways..."
"Sway, call of the sea upon sandy shores, frantic in its plea to remember where is left its voice unheard..."
Was it ever you in each echo there remains, sonnet unfurling moment beneath flickering sky?
Not by the summer's word was heard on the breeze's back, the voice a single name whispering softly through lines.
Pause. Frozen tarantula of clock choked seconds upon thy interpretation, yet surely now remembers fate's taste unique.