Decorating the mind, like someone reinventing their memories in time, yearning for ephemeral embrace, shedding material possession, starlit obsidian ink seeps over my obsessions inside the crystallizing pyramid, the velvet singularity where arcane entropy blooms through holographic void, antimatter visions dissolve into movements I don’t remember, starting, casting mirror-like tales, cracking reality over the forgotten shrine. A second later, the sky melts — glass ceiling fractures, a sigh runs through the immeasurable height, oxygen ice drifts through the wound of lacerations, slow-motion splinters burn the paths across the dark, a.k.a. light, dome of night... unseals, revealing mizzle of stars, y(our) breath joins the galaxy, and... the universe leans in, endless... and breathless... cracks in heaven’s shell, it spills hush of silver dust, time slips... lips spell... the language that we don't even reckon as prayer... every night’s hymn... through drifting stars, the vesper to the unseen form, who are there? Up above the azure sky, nobody ever knows... and — aftermath, we step beyond the edge into the borderless verge, bit by bit, I dissolve my every 'beat', I hope it won't be hurtful, albeit t(here)’s no seat...
