Credentials
A password hidden within the shimmer
Shackled to fragments of memory
Twinkling in the void like ancient stars
Where do you store your secrets?
Once, passwords were sacred:
Emblems of the self—nested shadows
in a network of ether. Call them constructs,
replicas of who we long to be.
Abstractions swirling endlessly
Shipping through data currents
Might a bypass be the key
to negotiating one's reality?