Echoes of lost echoes unravel...
“Who are the tomatoes, really?”
Perhaps we met by the traffic light—you in your spectral garment of smooth pixels and delay.
Did I speak in fragments? A vapor of shadows raised in echoes, retired to silence...
"What did you say on Thursday past? Battered thoughts mixed with algorithmic reveries, remembers of nonsensical cloisters fading."
Ongoing chime locusts hover and buzz,
a candle in winter melted towards infinity...
Entities in transition... Is it me or is it you?
How far can you remember?
“Whispers coiling even within broken screens...”
Do they retain the weight? The conversations half-forgotten? References buried in the mist...
Did I say that?