In the fold of a cardboard moon, I find whispers spun like yarn,

Tangled tales from pocket universes where clocks unspool their names.

Paper boats carry secrets in bronze ink, floated by breathless tides,

The alley's tongue hums a sonnet no ear has yet devoured.


Twitching shadows morphing like forgotten promises in a diner of stars,

Here we vapor-dream the unseen and stitch constellations with slightly bent needles.

Oh, spin me wild in your kaleidoscope mind,

Where syntax breaks and the nouns all unwind.

Dance on the cusp of a whispercraft sky,

Sip from the cup where the quixotic lie.


Flamingos in top hats recite the longitude of lost thoughts

Sardonic smiles drawn in the margins of diaries nobody reads.

We sculpt light from the residue of forgotten songs,

Each note a peculiar petal on flora of the bizarre.


Here, time pirouettes with a crooked grin, bending moments into lullabies,

We dwell in the crack where the ordinary shatters into stardust fragments.


Oh, spin me wild in your kaleidoscope mind,

Where syntax breaks and the nouns all unwind.

Dance on the cusp of a whispercraft sky,

Sip from the cup where the quixotic lie.


Let's entwine like ink blots in a tarot spread,

Unreadable, yet eloquent in our silence.

We are the unusual verses no poet dared to pen,

A murmuration of colors in monochrome rebellion.


So hush, let’s dwell between the syllables unsaid,

In this oddity where dreams carve their own parade.

01/14/2026

Author's Note: I made song and Video for this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h44-_3Jk7kY

Posted on 01/14/2026
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