Swallowed by a tapestry
Too grand to see
Weaving time threads in the celestial sea
Pillars collide
Paradigms intertwine
The ebb and flow abide
Columns collapse
Static swarm erupts
Painting sense into an enshrouding canvas
Cosmic light blooms
Curtains unfold
Resonating in accordance with its natural order
Every dot is performing its sole duty
With no control or grasp over destiny
Is this only a desperate plea?
In that moment
There was no lord or order
In any form or world