In the void’s embrace, a samba begins,
A rhythm of neon lights weaving through silence,
They echo with the whispers of cosmic dust,
Engulfing the yellowing parchment of memory.
Beneath the cerulean apathy, the nebula dance
Writhed in moonlit azure—the stars their audience,
Listen, in-between breaths, they plead.
The galaxy spins tales old as time,
Or yet to be told,
A cycle complete in the blink of existence.
Flicker, oh neon rights, rights that gleam with
The lanterns of wonder—afoot in the cosmic sand,
The universe in its pupil radiates—a stage,
Play your notes, silence your defiance becoming sound.