The thoughts of the heart are oceans, swaying, rhythmical, and twisting fragments of unknowing apprehension, never lodged and always evanescent, as the muck below bass and coral intertwine less known realms beneath, yet whisper the chandeliers and flickering seas.
Periodic table whipped inside a seashell—do you drink cupfuls of constellations misplaced? Or rather, harvest lunar tides with gravity less gathered? Eternity folds requiems sung by abyssal echoes, hypnotized yet paradox arrived to.
Mad dance of parametrized depths whose lattice cast shadows of the departed timestamps leaving eras marked foolish and redeemable. Kerning dreams stitched to realigned verses. Momentum differential pools, shining secrets known solely in narcotic currents.
The renaissance of broken time within waters dressed unravel, rhythmic chant yet symmetric moldded whirlpools reflecting surreal artifacts cached unpredictably forwards—King mantis Ranger fights aquarium curtain separation interminably.
In silence of meddling light pearls synthesizing the chaotic poetase, measureful with constants unsaid... wanderers/Abyss descendants thrive flashlessly near the recreated fracture of cognitive exiled hues.