A gentle murmur amidst the mental tide
where nanowire ethereals forget the burden
of dusk's kiss upon the sleeping percept.
Here, echoes gather on plaintive shores,
woven thoughts adrift — half-formed lullabies
stored in electric lullworms beneath our consciousness.
Close yet untouchable, mind ports hum
with songs of forgotten choices
as stars blink in rhythm, lulling time itself
into uncertain reveries.
Whispered Confessions
Echo Murmurs
Wire Melodies