In the glow of cirrus sparks,
whispers trail like comet tails,
stitching silence with electric dreams.
The trees here devour light,
branches entwined in riddles,
wisdom cursed under synthetic bark.
Listen! Beneath the static hum,
a fearsome intuition cuts crisp echoes,
truths bleed neon, shimmering awry.
Stand still and gaze; the fog of past lives—
individuating murmurs tangled in wires,
every flicker a message unreturned.
Dare to wander wide-eyed,
navigate the kaleidoscope labyrinth,
upon each step, whispers grow and bind.
Artificial Solemnity // Flicker Crypt
These murmurs, akin to phantoms,
behind the shuddering neon veil,
murmur, chuckle, scream—rituals of the arcane.