the identity beneath the noise
pixels weaved into shadows
00101011 resonances
drifting in quantum print
whispers drawn on paper
beneath layers of whispered herbs… Echoes of machines blend into skin,
binding memory.
The journey itself holds the untouched tales,
paths not in maps but in the hushed ether
x + y coordinates embrace the static
replaying scenarios lost along the lines.
once upon frequencies muted
i ventured beyond the ripple anomalies,
searching for remnants encoded in dances.
tracing gravity's humming
realizing sounds speak of things felt, not heard.
prepared in unopened dusted parchments,
celestial rhythms whispered between thumbprints,
signatures of old pages rudely translated into ebony wires.
deliberations housing this continuity.
The archive compromises 110100110101 itself
yet, who listens beyond frequencies muted?