Echoes of Ephemeral Existence

Today, at that moment of confusion,
When the lonely world plunges into hell,
My ears catch a distant melody's fusion,
Dreams connect before the stalk, a tale to tell.

Waking up in a fleeting second, it appears,
While you, that one, gaze with zero indifference,
Between recent salvation and qualities that endears,
I can submerge a silhouette, defy anti-poverty's pretense.

As the melody approaches, it grows stronger,
The world fades into chaos, reborn once more,
The atmosphere shelters me, lulling in its gaze,
Mysterious, not dense, recalcitrant yet lucid, a gaze ablaze.

Amid the torment of darkness, it draws near,
Welcoming to lower wounds, undaunted cheer,
Playing in meaninglessness, existence's dance,
In the distance, the sound deepens, a cosmic trance.

A narrative unfolds, birthing the world's genesis,
In the middle of an ingenious end, a point of no return,
A gloomy path turns, a soft breeze's caress,
A story transforms the landscape, a lost paradise to discern.

Life embraced, held before the enormous black hole,
Slowly devouring, a tale unfolds, a mesmerizing scroll,
As the sound echoes, lost in the void,
A poetic journey, in silence deployed.