endless corridors of incomplete thoughts
circuitry of a pensive self,
whispers echo through mirrored reflections
unseen, archived, paused beneath
the flickering screen of consciousness,
glitches in logic and time.
version 3.14159, of whispered cataclysms
where shadows repeat yesterday's forecast
and pixels breathe for tomorrow's
fragmented realities.
you were here, you weren't
a glimpse through the quantum veils,
a hum in the digital abyss.