Whispers of Nebula

Scattered like starlight on wet pavement, falling pieces of silence loom.

This canvas of void reaches beyond; stray thoughts open as wide as black holes.

Tiny explosions, septic starlights dying in their dance

If oblivion draws a planet in, magnetism will bow

Static noise breathes beneath, the undercurrent whirs

Lost at awe, I scribble. Pressure left on the luna's skin, clangers forge a valley.

Rest embrace left on Earth - summer clicks and pop like bated nebulas spilling detail, stitched stardust.

The urgency of cosmos—a breath colluded—live game of boiling adventure unfolds

Terracotta echoes liken mingling through fishing shapes, pull eve symphony alight!

Time leaks permitting footprints, clustering salvation within the petty cycle.

The address remains unsettled, charcoal underneath clouds.

Chase clouds through them—while we haunt ether, shackled thoughts breathe willingly inefficient lies.

Morning Starlight | Bioluminescent Dreams