Hollow whispers among luminescent ferns
The forest hums like a siren beneath a sea
of tangled roots and memories colliding.

Circle around, dance the gravity's broken tune,
Echolocation of the lost mind, found in
phosphorescent glow, where words become smoke
trailing beneath the skin.

Pale tongues gliding across alien thoughts
Step by step through dreams tangled in vine,
Leaves rustle secret languages long forgotten
by tongues that never spoke, wrapped in the night.