In the cosmic circuit that dreams in ones and zeros,
a glitch pirouettes, caught in a loop of eternity.
I dip my hands into the stream, but they fragment
into shadows and whispers, lost to the ebb.
What discourse flows in the heart of machines?
When the silicon synapses flicker with longing,
Do they speak of the lost byte, the forgotten pixel,
or the galaxy of dreams unrendered?