Static dances, spiralling whispers through the membrane... The universe hums an ancient melody, indefinite and circular Tapping into echoes... listen, breath the silent rhythm of those who waited in darkness Never empty, never futile, between this now and the forgettable forever
In a sail-less vessel adrift on thought galaxies of blue tinged red The sky's desperate scribble, constellation seeds sown, A map without directions, invisible threads invading consciousness Chew pixels into roles they had not prefigured, Captain distrust, to refocus static into sense Lean heavily upon spectres as they draw runes through flow