Beneath the vibrancy of crowded thoughts,
lies a sea, unspoken yet profoundly clear.
Translucent waves ripple through time,
whispering truths housed in opaque dreams.
Here in the quieted echoes,
synthetic voices weave a tapestry of silence*.
The murmurs align, consonant in their discord,
revealing harmonies of the heart's hidden range.
Confessions reside only where words gather dust,
where light touches lightly upon buried reflections.
They are the whispers in the corridors of being,
defining the moments when speaking would mean unriddling grace.