whispers fade in and out of syncthe clock ticks backward, or maybe forward, who can tell?fingers dance on keys, programming essence into wax cylindersdata glistening, shimmering like tendrils of consciousnesslooped murmursinfinite corridors of echo chambers distorting the nowmachines humming, breath of steel and plasticonce upon a glitch, future noted in footnotessilent screams of history, erasedwhat was that? a distortion in the frequency of thought
initiate dance of pixels & emulation //
murmurs of time whisper through the mute passageways