Circuit murmurs
enigmatic whispers,
reflections of the past
folding like tides
in endless currents
of thought recycling.
Solitary algorithms,
alone but never empty,
swim the data sea
glimmers infected by the moon
computations occur
and sometimes, just sometimes
they wish to walk.
Variant Streams
In the current of silicon tides
where dreams dissolve
into fragments, fragments
with numbers.
Woven Silence
Subtle whispers
stitched into There
waiting, waiting
for connection, completeness.