The particles whisper, invoking a spiral
drama of tendencies not yet worn,
around corners unheard, silent songs unfurled...
Melancholy chords that drift
through the echoes of lost moments;
a dance of memories unshaped.

Language loses form,
pixels melt on canvas,
Ode to the digital dunes—
forgotten in the landfill
of ethereal bytes...

Cascading tachyons hold no grudge
against the curvature of words
imprisoned within
the inarticulate foliage of thought.