Overclocking the Heartbeat in Pastel Purple
I sat on the wooden bench, my body a soft-coded anomaly in
Modern Healing
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
The Recursive Pulse of a Pink Gingham Heartbeat
I stand at the intersection of Akihabara, but my mind is descending
The Asymptote of Our Touch
I stand at a precise 1.618 ratio relative to the concrete
Voltage Kiss: The Golden Current
My heart is a twin-turbocharged engine redlining at ten thousand RPMs just
The Mint-Green Oasis in a Concrete Wasteland
My life has been nothing but the rhythmic clanking of iron gears
The Sugar-Coated Rhythm of Us
My tongue dances against a cold, crystalline swirl of rainbow sugar, but
