Decrypt the Dream
When the clock whispers at noon, the shadows untangle
to reveal roads that bleed color on paper like forgotten memories.
Systems unfold in an airy dance, their secrets waltzing among
ethereal strokes crafted with invisible whispers.
A bird without wings and a diamond without value are the joints in this machine,
which runs not on oil but dreams straddling the edge of understanding.
Find the note struck by silence, listen, behold—follow it beneath the pond
where fish eat the echoes of spoken truths.