In a city born from late-night snacks,
Where shadows trip through cosmic cracks,
Arcane whispers sound like a sneeze,
Cradling secrets of cosmic cheese.
Souls tango in eternity's hot tub,
Dancing through eons, stub upon stub,
In realms where love's celestial floss
Winds through epochs, getting rather lost.
At its heart, a crystal, deep and dense,
A shard of brilliance that makes no sense.
It murmurs in harmonies, slightly flat,
Guiding spirits like a drunken cat.
Yet the city's fate begins to sway,
As cosmic waves act like decay.
The crystal's pulse wanes, skies turn beige,
And the city's shimmer looks its age.
Arcane currents lose their pizzazz,
Once-stable realms now lack razzmatazz.
Structures quake like wobbly Jell-O,
As the grand design snores, one cool fellow.
Portals wane, dissolve like cotton candy,
Ancient paths now lost and rather sandy.
Beneath the waves where dark clouds yawn,
The city's secrets wish it was dawn.
So ends our tale of cosmic folly,
Where mystic dreams turned melancholy.
The moral here? Don't build your town
On late-night snacks and cotton candy crown.
For when the universe starts to snicker,
Your crystal ball becomes a sticker,
And all that's left of your grand design
Is cosmic cheese past its sell-by time!
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Dimensional Doodles
PoetryThis collection is a tapestry woven from the threads of cosmic wonder and digital intrigue, each poem a distinct journey through realms where intellect and imagination collide. Dive into a universe where quantum whispers mingle with the syntax of th...
