in the whispering void
pixelated dreams flicker, fragment, dissolve
echoes of a forgotten sofa
left side logs echoes forgotten time is
indistinguishable from unmatched fingers
one space is another's abode
yet silence ripples through
the glitch in the matrix excites
reverberate, reverberate, revelation ("might be")
evidence perhaps of planar dinosaurs
imagine the echo isn’t clear is it
maybe breakfast rules atop modem worries
is that a squirrel or a buffered twinkle
glide paths mirrored
they blink pixels - dissolution at their feet
not this path or that - but reactive
remnants speak, in foreign tongues
timelines align, on the breadboard
emulating smiles of neon ghosts
among the echoes - silence echoes
but were they echoes or existence?
origin of distortion
revelations espoused, worn masks glitch in empathy
traces of shadows that mimic light
connection made, but mayhem reigns
scream into the (abandoned) void
there is a query - unsaid, unheard
let go of what’s netted on soft sounds
embrace the cease - a rendition lives
journey to junctions