electrons spill onto dancefloors of silicon circuits the widgets hum in perplexed unison while the hourglass turns itself inside out spills time across the room into puddles of quantum nonsense everything counterclockwise—no, wait, ah! just a curious pattern emerging from the noise like a cosmic brushstroke across an infinite canvas diverging paths converge they sway in rhythmic friction electrons embrace union momentary, fleeting elusive it's like trying to hold fog watching it morph, change into shapes unrecognizable yet, there's clarity in chaos isn’t there? isn’t there?
Perhaps time dances too Or harmonizes symphonically