The Ritual of Tidal Code
I sit upon the obsidian altar where the ocean’s nervous system
Voodoo Tech
The Silicon Heart's Prayer for Warmth
I hold the ceramic bowl, a primitive vessel containing not liquid but
The Green Fluid Rite in Plastic Vessels
The world is a circuit board of soft pastels, but I feel
The Soft Circuitry of a Golden Hour Heartbeat
I stand on the precipice where silicon meets flesh, holding a porcelain
Static Between Heartbeats
The neon bled into the rain-slicked streets, a synthetic fever mirroring the
Crimson Resonance
The city breathes cold, a metal lung scraping against bone. He finds
Static Between Heartbeats
The city breathes static, a low thrum against skin. He finds me
Salt & Static
The salt spray tasted like static on my skin, a pale imitation
The Static Between Heartbeats
They say the heart is a muscle, pumping blood. They are wrong.
