ethereal waltz
of fragmented echoes
"running in loops," they chant
— pixels dissolve into artifacts.

Fields of screaming silence
Echoes lie implicitly engaged.
Catch - a phrase lost to iOftheM.

Something implodes into echoes,
refracted irony as realms cascade
In the glitch, we find our truth.

Glistening metallic sardonic smiles,
"unseen screws, wrenches into calculation" of realms,
forgotten orbital musings.