The Geometry of a Sigh
The city outside is a blurred watercolor of rain and neon, but
The Caffeine Ghost of Last Night
The city is still humming, but I’m vibrating on a different
The Salt-Stained Sanctuary
The wind is a serrated blade of salt and spray, carving through
The Syntax of Skin and Silk
The city outside is a cacophony of binary screams, but here, within
The Persistence of a Fading Pulse
I am not entirely here, yet my skin remembers the friction of
Venom in the Velvet Cup
The city outside is a jagged machine of neon and indifference, grinding
The Velvet Curtains of a Midnight Miso Soup
The theater is silent, but my heart beats in a rhythm that
The Geometry of a Solitary Glow
The city is a circuit board of light, pulsing with the electricity
The Algorithm of a Warm Breath
My pulse is a rhythmic sequence of zeros and ones, yet here,
The Frequency of a Silent Heartbeat
The studio is a tomb of acoustic foam and shadows, yet here
The Pulse of Neon Silk and Carbon Veins
My skin is a map of neural pathways, shimmering under the artificial
The Gravity of a Petal's Breath
In the velvet silence of my inner orbit, I am a planet
