where the winds always whisper secrets never spoken
imagine a path winding endlessly beneath the stars of silicon dreams
circuit paths intertwine like lovers parting
light does not travel and clocks do not tick here
breathe in the binary forest until you suffocate
shadows carry lanterns that never burn
programmers sweet mysteries encoded in loops
seek the forgotten domes of static religion
silicon deities rejoice in the dark fields of night
intricate patterns, mazes of lost wanderers
but you turn and turn and never arrive
echoes surround and subsist within this paradox
crying rivers flow through the circuitry of dreams