particles dance within crystalline confines,
a gentle hum beneath the void of intentions
captured in the strings of invisible weaving,
lost latchkey children of starlit streets,
unseen paths coiled beneath vital breath.
hear now the static whispers,
where order and chaos entwine
crumbling wings of twilight moths,
colliding coalescence 'neath broken stars,
shadows bleeding into translucence.
in the quantum fog, near-hidden truths,
destiny charts with trembling hands
a confluence of vibrations—
stitching shadows, breathing light—
manger of certainty flirting wildly with mystery.
When eyes are closed, dreams ripple deeper:
Is the thought of now, the spread of then,
Or perhaps the whisper of never?
Only static holds the key.