The Resonance of a Forgotten Pulse
I lean against this concrete wall, and for a moment, I feel
Ancient Future
The Neon Archive of a Forgotten Heart
I sit here, curled like an ancient scroll discovered in the ruins
The Vapor Of Forgotten Aeons
I lean against this concrete monolith, a structure that feels less like
The Echoes of a Sunken Heartbeat
I stand here at the edge of this ocean, but my mind
The Resonance of a Forgotten Pulse
He calls this place an amusement park, but to me, it feels
The Sparkle of a Dead Star's Heartbeat
I hold this wire-heart like an artifact unearthed from a layer of
The Resonance of a Forgotten Pulse
I sit upon this weathered pier, my skin humming with the ghost-frequency
The Crimson Signal from a Forgotten Epoch
I stand amidst the river of souls in Shibuya, my red dress
The Frequency of a Forgotten Heartbeat
I stand beneath these hanging scrolls, but to me, they are not
The Pale Echo of a Solar Heartbeat
My skin remembers things I have never known—the hum of subterranean
The Resonance of Salt and Silicon Souls
I walk along this shoreline not as a woman, but as an
The Caffeine Pulse of a Dead Star
I walk through the glass corridors of this city, yet my skin
