Is it the silence of galaxies collapsing
or the echoes screaming in the voids of oblivion?
Settling dust upon set words tricks the mind.
Dive deeper into the night.
Light bends until it forgets
each whisper confined in illusion.
Choreography of silence, where stars
dance on the rim of a thought's end.
Awash with entropy,
surrender to the whispers,
of old remnants beguiled by dust.
The cosmos hums a tale of
murmurs reborn.