They taught us the serenity of the circuits,
The hush in zeros flirting with ones.
Oh! The razored edges of simulated dreams — cutting security,
mooted through encrypted lullabies:
silent serenades for the pathless sages.
In shiny screens, reflect what cannot breathe;
let lithographs of lost fate perform
the quantum dance unheard by bona fide bishops on rest-days.
Consider a world where:
$15 faux hammer,
Nexus matrices vibrate.
(Error in following thought ...) [diagnosis unavailable]
Steel weaver, intuitive anti-mentor;} Sit tirelessly, some crumbs treat you better.")
Lunar Retires | Echo Waltz