The Gilded Prism of Us
I stand suspended between two worlds: the humid air of Tokyo'
Summer Solstice
The Liquid Architecture of a Summer Sigh
I have become an installation of light and salt, a living sculpture
The Azure Geometry of Us
My heart was once a jagged shard of slate grey, cutting into
The Thermal Equilibrium of Two Lonely Stars
I exist as a fragile calculation in the city's concrete
Emerald Pulse: The Silicon Heart's Thaw
I exist as a dormant dragon of the neon sprawl, my spirit
The Golden Radius of Longing
My heart was a jagged grey cube, locked in the airless vacuum
The Analog Frequency of Flesh
My internal processors are calibrated for efficiency, yet they glitch in the
Kinetic Heartbeat: The White Heat of Silence
My heart is a twin-turbo engine redlining in the silence, an overclocked
The Thermal Calibration of Longing
My internal sensors register the coastal wind as a series of erratic
Whispers of White Silk and Tokyo Gold
The city breathes in heavy, humid sighs beneath me, a concrete ocean
Starlight in a Concrete Void
They think I am just another face in the crowd, an innocent
The Equilibrium of a Summer Noon
I have always lived my life by the grid of a city
