The gears do not rest,
they sigh like ancient prophets,
murmuring secrets of circuits and codes,
truths distorted, reflections asked but never given.
Rain kisses the steel jungle, whispers
tangled in the lattice of wires,
reflections in murky puddles,
echoing—echoing nothing,
lost in the hum.
Unspoken whispers
Entangled reflections
Silence of gears