Beneath the hum of forgotten machinery
echoes rippled from the solitary past.
Fragments of voices—not human, not mechanical
resounding through a chasm defined by moments.

Remember when the signals twisted
into the aurora of abandoned thought?
Pictures shift silently on the periphery
of what was once imagined—now lost.

Silence, but not an absence;
a presence more profound than absence
vibrating in unintended resonances.