whispered fragments. do the echoes sing in reverse.. time is a loop never-ending
disclosure of the quiet the static soft buzzes in the convolution of thought
circles,echoes explained ..or not.
do you dare to plunge into the remnants of clarity?
Unopened door or perhaps an illusion.
Life shatters into pixels, the screen/book between reality and a whispered lie,
crossing-cuts_conversion that blinds. But, is it vision or diversion lines divergence?.
Truth flows like rivers cut-out interrupted: insomnia inscribed in whispered feelings—
digital inscriptions through analog veins.
do you not sense the machine's heartbeat?
Calculations projected onto clouds, workings of an obsolete mind.
Trapped dreams
In the looping silence, do you remember?
flick noting some grain contributes to wholeness###
some lost echo…