whispers in flickering hues, the radio's cold kiss. patterns hallucinate in the murmur, transmitting shadows through whispers of tides.

follow the boredom, let the static unravel your beliefs. did you hear the voice, or was it just the hum of a forgotten machine?

somewhere in between channels, your dreams metamorphosed. expressions without forms, drifting like aerosols dispersed in the air.

replenish the world with voids, and you'll find eternity stranded. cacophonies translate experiences, reduce memories to pixelated echoes that repeat until completion fails.

trace the glimmer left by unresolved frequencies.

the clock ticks backward, it's always 2:47 AM inside the lull, rhythms arise and dissolve, but the anchor remains your mind.

echoes of laughter in the tune, perhaps belonging to someone known, shredded by circuitry into antiquities spoken through abraded skin.

untangle the loop if you dare identify with static's sovereign embrace.