In the mirror of tomorrow...
Who sees whom in a reflection disarrayed?
scattered shards—
glitches whisper nighttime analog.
Existence unfurls like vapor over
cobalt mountains known only
to those with forgotten names,
reprogrammed destinies blink.
Through dusks, through breaks.
The maze, confounding—
a binary whisper; texture and breeze pasted
over an untraveled chord.
Ah, the soul, twisted, revealed.