A specter sings echoes of avionics; vapor dances in cyber-tides, now lost, now found.
Manuals plucked from amnesia’s grasp, forgotten sailors wandering the brine. Echoes
Sipping shadows, breathing colors: time’s clock hand moves at the speed of dark—yet dreams, they swirl!
Forget how nails whistle along quiet telegraphs beneath the canvas of void—a within ripples outward.