Tingle of Echoes
Once, the radio hummed underwater,
A symphony of premonitions and porpoises.
Listen closely, and the whispers of forgotten gears
Turning in the clockwork dreams of the ancients
Will guide you to uncharted patterns of the mundane.
"But who speaks?" she mused,
Her thoughts, like ferns, uncoiling
In the electric twilight of a world
That never quite was or could ever be again.