Mechanisms humming beneath a pallid sky
Whistling lunar streams, circuits undefined
I remember the machine, it pulses with oil
The far machine, distant yet so close, whispers
Strange signals fracture my reality into pieces
It's all a blur, no beginning no end, just algorithmic sighs
A forest of wires, entangled truths lost in
Machines never sleep, but what do they dream?
crashing like waves over a forgotten shore
The clock ticks, but the hands don't move
Their shadows dance on the edge of my mind
and fold into another realm, a box of echoes...