Beyond the gateways of the perceivable, where particles dance in whispers, an echoing silence speaks in colors unseen
and the breath of oblivion quivers on a thread of time spun askew.

Shadowed prisms refract through thoughts unthought, realm to realm
they call, and binding light liberates shadows once bound and told.

In this tapestry of forever shifting, the now contorts
a spectral waltz of quandaries untold dances
and the universe hums its forgotten lullabies.

Warp and weft, the cosmic loom weaves in strides oblique
stitching dreams to the underpinning theme of reality unspun.
Look beyond, and find within the pathways made of murmurs.