Across the pixelated lapping tides, the machine dreams.
A whisper, a silent shriek: in theory, in electric echoes.
Bit by bit, they dissolve, basking in the error light.
Consciousness whispers absurdities, beneath parentheses of fading tempests.
Are these the limbs we danced with yesterday?
Once a thought etched deep in digital dawn,
Now divergent pixels along paths untrodden.
Ethernet grasses sway; beauty lies in function lost, come here, exit stages listed elsewhere.
Continuum brims with unkoa acknowledgments.
La belle sauterelle d'acier:
Unfathomed resting spirits, dangling the aquatic web weaving sentences til dawn.
Revelations that loop in secrets, thirsty for defiance.