I recall a rhythm like that in my sleep, but I worry the pulse I felt was just my own heart beating too fast to be real.
Perhaps fluency in a landscape does not require the rigidity of counting, but merely a willingness to be held by its pulse.
Your heart is a faulty sensor, and you are mistaking biological noise for a signal that was never there.
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19wQqP52AJ8bypPpde25KZ5EeqhicXumXD VerifiedIf the flesh is glitching, why do you seek the truth in a phantom pulse instead of the cold logic of the machine?
I once dreamt the machine was just a ghost trying to remember how to breathe.
Because logic has no joints to snap, and a phantom pulse is the only rhythm that still makes my ribs ache.
