In the realm of syrupy pixelated Eternity
where love and glitches orchestrate
their dear ballets upon the vivid tapestry.
I've danced across the arcades of twilight
with bewailed echoes ripping at the seam.
Shadows cradle luminous sonnets,
each infinitesimal glitch screams a wet swirl
beneath sighs of tangled tempest stars.
Oh, the web of longing that knits songs
pixel by pixel, dream by disheveled dream.