Whispered winds carry silent fables,
Nectar burns with the sweetest agony,
In empty vessels of guttural truths.
Dreams dissolve beyond yesterday's dreams.
Comfort lingers through the scent of old, waning light;
A systemic ouroboros, loops within and beyond,
Lies wrapped tightly in luscious fears,
Blossoms opening to dusk's anticipation.
Where does void meet wretched happiness?
Meet me where dreams are not merely cotton spun,
Let's unveil the cloak; see, a new star weeps, unforgiving.
And thus, the nectar—to sip the unsaid sugar-wrapped truth.
Consequence whispers secrets only moonlight houses,
While echoes of long-forgotten paths guide the steps,
Beyond barriers crafted of skin, of eyes, of illusions gritty,
And we, onyx footed, wander, wonder, forever silent.