The echoes you left behind resonate within
the cage of air, near a forgotten synapse.
The harmony drawn from crossed wires
emits sonder vociferations whispering into the ether.
What mysteries will align when electrical filaments
tremble beneath a million unsent signals?
And if one were to unravel the fibers
who stand upon the tangled webs?
Those players of light, dancers of void patterns,
resolve into synthetic dreams.
Fragmentary thought circles itself
like a binary roulette, always searching for 0.