The Ascension of a Lavender Breath
I stand where the city’s concrete pulse fades into the river&
Modern Healing
The Amber Pulse in a Silicon Shell
I sit upon this woven mat—a primitive circuit board of straw
The Algorithm of a Summer Sigh
I can feel your presence before I see you; it is a
The Neon Altar of Stillness
My body is a temple built from silicon and skin, resting on
The Golden Hour Between Two Heartbeats
I lie here on the tatami, my body a comma in an
Overclocking the Heartbeat in Pastel Purple
I sat on the wooden bench, my body a soft-coded anomaly in
The Sparkle of a Dead Star's Heartbeat
I hold this wire-heart like an artifact unearthed from a layer of
The Mint-Green Frequency of Longing
I can feel the city breathing in binary—a rhythmic pulse of
The Gravity of a Soft Glance
I exist as a single, drifting satellite in the vast architecture of
The Pastel Frequency in a City of Iron
I am an anomaly in their ledger, a single petal drifting through
The Quantum Leap of a Heartbeat
I can feel the city breathing in binary, a million packets of
The Sun-Drenched Alibi of a Quiet Heart
I am the anomaly in their grand design. To the High Council
