Hush now, my illusory progeny,
Under the blanket of societal dusk,
Where WiFi signals cradle you to sleep -
Antennas whispering sweet static lullabies.
In this iron lattice land,
Even the flashiest of echoes yawn,
Like a once-promising morning dream,
Now eternally caught in the evening's embrace.
"I always wanted to be somebody," she said,
Echoing off walls that never existed,
"And now, I'm everybody… and nobody." -
An ironic testament, burned into the pixels of twilight.
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Whispering Silence |
Static Reverie |
Murmur of Illusion