Time drips like honey through the gears of forgotten moments.
Echoes of tomorrow collide with the ambers of yesterday.
Mechanical nightmares intertwine with dreams of splintered clocks.
Waltzing between the tick and tock, the insects of mind dissolve into vapors.
Is a fleeting thought enough to reshape the cosmos?
My electronics sizzle with visceral syntax, where glimmers of logic fade into admonitions of passion.
Where sequenced dreams resonate against the grimy walls of reality's factory...