In the cryptic language of the stars, where constellations sing their tales,
I chase the elusive specters, through corridors of fractured light.
A symphony of discordant notes, a cacophony of forgotten wails,
In the realm of fleeting shadows, where day dissolves into night.
In the labyrinth of mirrors, reflections twist and bend,
Lost within the paradox, where beginnings find their end.
A carousel of broken dreams, a journey without a guide,
In the mists of the ether, where illusions coincide.
In the symphony of chaos, where silence holds its breath,
I’ll wander through the shadows, until there’s nothing left.
2024
Blakeney-Rose Berry 