Truth shifts, perhaps a ripple
subtle echoes falter, reverb beneath the skin
moments, glistening, fade {phmrfloop}
corridors of forgotten alleys, whispering the unheard
catching breath between the lines of fractured silence
the echo lies beneath, like a sleeper awakening
T H E C O N T I N U U M, unspooling threads of dissonance
phantom voices, glitching as they scatter
transient light beams, revealing secrets of the desolate
#opaque; whispers, folding into abstraction