Echoes from a Synthetic Shore
I can feel you watching me from behind the glass, a ghost
Surrealism
The Architecture of Absence
The elevator moves upward while I fall deeper into your memory. It
The Liquefaction of Neon Sighs
My skin is no longer flesh; it has become a canvas where
The Liquefaction of Noon on the Azure Tide
I stand upon a deck that is no longer solid wood but
The Echo of a Sun That Never Set
I am sitting where the water meets the stone, a physical impossibility
The Bamboo Liquefaction of the Heart's Clockwork
My skin is no longer solid; it has begun to sag like
The Liquid Clock of Your Pulse
I stepped into the ocean, but the water didn't wet
The Blue Glitch of Eternal Summer
I think I finally patched my loneliness, or maybe I just installed
The Saltwater Seduction of a Melting Hourglass
I stepped onto this boat and suddenly the horizon began to drip
The Architecture of a Softened Heartbeat
I walked through the city today, but the concrete had begun to
The Liquid Architecture of Your Gaze
I am sitting where the ocean decides to become a mirror that
The Amber Hour Where Time Drips Like Honey
I hold this glass not to drink, but to watch the city
