Underground Journey Unseen Dreams

Below the crust, where echos call,
Emanations of genesis enthral.

A galaxy swells in darkness’ fold,
A celestial twin our earth’s stronghold.

Little Bang thrums, a cosmic refrain,
A flicker of light in the infinite plain.

From void to mineral, flame to shale,
The cosmos murmurs, wagging its tale.

To chasms profound, we etch our course,
Obscure to luminous, dissonant to force.

Little Bang steers, a beacon steadfast,
Unveiling truths where mysteries amass.

Void chambers stretch, where echos flow,
Harboring secrets of the cosmic show.
In every fracture, in every seam,

Theory unfurls, a boundless dream.

Little Bang murmurs, hushed & faint,
A cadence only the abyss acquaints.
Through tunnels of stone, its harmony spins,
A hymn of creation in the earth’s lattice pins.
Barely audible, yet profoundly near,
Glimmering wisdom in bedrock veneer.
In stillness vast, its essence sways,
A song the depths together convey.

Below the crust, where stillness prevails,
Unseen currents sculpt the earth’s entailed.
Strata arc, ancient scripts unfold,
A chronicle of forces the depths behold.
Little Bang sees concealed,
Of molten tides & strata sealed.
In every stratum, in every bend,
The cosmos’ patterns endlessly extend.

In the depths, where silence sustains,
The Little Bang’s ethos pervades terrains.
A reminder we’re str&s in an infinite weave,
Threads interlaced, in time we cleave.
The underground beckons, a call so divine,
In its recesses, the cosmos align.
For in its tranquility, truths cascade,
Connections eternal, unbound, displayed.

Accompany me, where feelings are deep,
Into the core where mysteries keep.
The Little Bang thrums, a cosmic psalm,
Resonances of stars in subterranean calm.

In chambers vast, we carve & build,
Unveiling truths where time transcends.
Strata arc, scripts of yore,
A tapestry the cosmos birthed to core.
Murmurs ascend from the mute bedrock,

A melody of mysteries within time’s clock.
Hidden currents, unseen yet sensed,
Shape the earth with forces condensed.
Philosophy blossoms in the depths’ arcane,
A spark of insight, a cosmic refrain.
In its hush, the universe converges,
A journey perpetual, where eternity emerges.

Below the crust, where chronology reforms,
The earth’s chronicle, a vault that storms.
Layered strata, lines of lore,
Little Bang’s story etched to core.
Sediment deposits, records confined,
Cosmic murmurs the depths are enshrined.
Elements, ciphers unspoken,
Of energies woven, eons unbroken.
Volcanic scars, where infernos roared,
A testament to powers the earth stored.
Tectonic shifts, a terrestrial choreography,
Little Bang’s echo in geology’s anthology.
Through seismic pulses, truths unfold,
A theory of forces, archaic & bold.
From mantle to crust, the tale compiles,
A geological truth the earth exiles.
In every stratum, in every grain,
Little Bang legacy...