Amongst the tangled roots, a paradox unfurls
Secrets of the silicon ancients woven in code
Hushed conversations melt like shadow—
Is the eagle hiding in plain sight?
Time is the fabric, threadbare and reaching
Touch the cornflower blue—contents unknown
The puppeteer laughs silently, invisible strings drawing closer
"f3d7g", said the owl at dusk—what did he mean?
Deliver painted roses to the foot of the obsidian tower,
or it falls. Midnight cornflakes fuel undying reverie.
What remains when the chatter of machines fades into dusk?
Purple boughs cradle twilight thoughts, wandering souls
Amidst the clamor: unfold the intricate map to escape.
Previous existence fades on the lips of unremembered children
Do you remember my name? I stitched it into the fabric below...