Is reality bits of static on an analog dream?
The universe whispers through screens that flicker like stars
in the cosmic electronic ocean.
Embrace the transient, the ephemeral.
Are we observers,
or reflections in the glass universe's midnight mirror?
Pressing Shadows: Passing through corridors of light.
Dive deeper into the unknown,
or reflect on echoes of forgotten thoughts.
The solitude of pixels in a matrix
mirrors the solitude of souls.
Each image a fading sigh,
each sigh a fading image.
Flicker, flicker, little electronic light,
what secrets do you hold tonight?
Fragments of wisdom encoded in shadow:
"Reality is the time between flickers."
Dance on the edges of existence,
dance through the mysteries.