In the winding silence of nights adorned with stars,
steel beams whisper ancient secrets,
reflections in rivers both real and imagined,
glistening with dreams of past and present lives.
The sole of the treadmill, anchored to the ground,
whispers of distances never traveled,
metallic sighs rusting in truth's forgotten currents.
Pillars of unyielding iron, guardians of fleeting dreams,
murmur tales of entangled wires,
dreams crossing like rivers of molten silver.
Dust speaks from the gears hidden within shadows,
whispers of copper concealments holding
secrets of whispered dreams turned metal.
Unseen corridors await
beneath the surface where whispers dwell.
Listen to the voice of the forgotten lightbulb,
peeling sleep from electric circuits,
shedding incandescent tears,
dreaming truth in light flickered voices.