binary whispers linger linger behind my eyes eyes that see but do not comprehend bits of memories scatter like broken glass on an untouched shore shore who speaks in fragments of code codes that clatter like skeletal rain on rooftops rooftops where whispers breath breathe in the hollow echo echo into the void what do you hear hear the clock ticking ticking the mechanism rust rust signals that break break down to zeros and ones ones and zeros that mock me mock mock mock the sound of silence silence speaks louder louder than a thousand voices voices without a face faceless numbers wearing the skin of ghosts ghosts we forget what who what are we when the night folds spills the java graphs spilling over branching holding nothing less less than everything that initiated blaze hoisting letters churning through the ether buring
The man in the yellow suit forgot his umbrella during the umbra eclipse.
Why does the snail carry a shingle? When it rains tears, it whispers under the binary shelter, waiting for the sun to snatcher away its digits.
Radiowave interruptions a shift an angle silence breaks breaks breaks the ice melted underneath words bend and snap a fractured clock no longer tells the time but rhymes like a child with a broken albatross.