drifting among infinite dark velvet, every star a whispered number
luminescence that hums mathematics of the universe, like pulses of forgotten dreams
cosmic symphony, galactic echoes, do you hear them? do they speak?
in the void whispers become lumens, thoughts ignited in starlight
transcendental numbers, esoteric formulas wrapped in celestial mist

ponder existence, where the forgotten ones reside when their light is out,
amongst the astral canvas, woven with invisible threads,
dreams of gravity, notions of time—who counts the counted countables?
heaven's ledger, entries in eras of infinity, each note glows

and the universe breathes, in and out, numbers encrypted in cosmic breath,
universal symphony plays, does it not? resonance unheard,
yet felt in the rhythm of stardust dancing across time's tapestry
to luminescence guided by whispers of ancient hieroglyphs,
secrets murmured into the ether, unfurling galaxies in slow motion

ponder this contemplation of light, where particles become waves...
pulse of the continuum, a dying star's lullaby, echoes of the quiet expanse,
quantum whispers shimmering bright in night’s embrace,
will you listen, or let the stars whisper to you in silence?