Shadows of a moment lost
in the repetition of morning light,
we stitch together transient scenes
from the whispers of an old dawn.
A flicker, a forgotten canvas
painted by the sun's embrace,
stands silent amidst digital echoes,
waiting to reveal what never was.
What remains is the mirage: a sonnet of cracked reflections,
voices in holograms that bend
around the prism of connectivity.
We become our past unfolding,
resurrected in fragments lost.