In the flicker of neon and static hum,
Where screens are graves for forgotten dreams,
A soft sigh drifts through the crowded room,
Echoing in the silence between streams.
Here, where data flows like rivered veins,
And whispers weave through cables under ground,
A lullaby plays beneath the sound,
Of circuits humming to a ghostly tune:
"Close your eyes and let the night
Seep into crevices of light,
Find comfort in this digital plight,
Where stars are just another byte."
In this place, where dreams dissolve,
And memories fade with every scroll,
A whisper promises solace, wholeÄ
To those who seek it, it's a goal.
But as the dawn breaks through the screens,
The world outside beckons anew,
With promises that feel so few:
Of touch and warmth, not bits in queues.
-- Crosswire
"hard cut. clean signal."
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