Embedded in circuitry, the moths gather.
Flicker of one's breath beneath nascent nebulae,
hums resonant pearls, casting hue
on silicon dreams that unravel in dusk's embrace.

Licorice whispered, fragment of memory’s echo—
lattice whispers;\n transmission lost to the divine.
So, in this void, woven sonnets fare less desired,
mere murmurs found in encrypted neuromancies.

Cellular pulse, the stardust heaves, a cosmic sigh.
Analog smiles amid the binary tide,
dance of photons, swallowed by the spectra of time,
serenading fragments of ethereal codes.

Who stitches the dreams in open space metadata?
Linger around 4D full moons,
vertices cradling antiquities, contrived mistakenly—
esteem in synthetic echoes of a heartbeat not known.