In the hush between the heartbeats,

I inhale the silver dusk,

exhale the weight of names I never chose.

Moonlight stitches quiet wounds,

each breath a tide pulling ghosts from my ribs;

they dissolve like salt in warm wind.

I am hollowed, I are filled—

a glass flute the sky keeps playing.

Higher, lighter,

until only the echo of pulse remains,

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Beyond this world, where silence sings,

We rise on wings of folded time;

The stars are strings, the vacuum rings,

A pulse of light, a wordless rhyme.

Breathe in the dark, let matter cease,

Heartbeats collide with comet fire;

In every grief, a hidden peace,

In every end, the sparks climb higher.

Carry the flame through midnight’s gulf,

Till distance folds like paper skies;

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We are the forevers, carved in the sky,

burning like silver where comets lie.

Time cannot name us, wind cannot bend,

we rise in the hush where forever begins.

Hold my pulse—feel the universe roar,

every heartbeat a key to the door.

When daylight collapses and darkness is near,

we’ll still be the echo the heavens revere.