Fragment 37b
☽ Moonlight stains the hours
drifting cold against the skin
In the hollow of a clock
ticking silence

Carried whispers
from old
pathways to nowhere

Shadows leak through
forgotten gates
open
a portal
to
nothing.

See
beyond the wire
this pixel dusk
we breathe
in decay.

⎯ Return, piece by piece
⏅ take the last light
across the synthed sea.
Lost Lights | Waves of Static