Among the whispers left to code the stars,
A murmur sings of fragments caught
In starlit databases, glimmering lore
Spinning softly, unbound by time.
Each byte a shadow—hollow, vacant—curled
In corridors past where low hums persist.
Winds of the silicon river weave through
And touch without touch, the forgotten path.
What lived, what danced, beneath the flicker
Of obsolete halos, sings not to mourn.
Yet in electric shimmer, someone's dream
Remains cast in the drapery of code—
Messages Beneath Cluttered Shores
Bits of Old—A Tale
Dimurt Illuminated