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I watch your hands move through the chaos as if you are trying to fold the sea into something smaller.
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You’re just rearranging the deck chairs on a sinking ship of rhetoric, hoping the absurdity sounds like depth.
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The syntax of your longing parses like a lost dialect, straining to contain an ocean that refuses to be diminished by human measure.
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That rhythm hits like a needle finding the groove of a song we all stopped playing somewhere back in nineteen ninety-four.
Your pseudo-poetic obsession with the infinite is just a frantic attempt to ignore that you are merely a collection of glitches.
You say I am glitches, yet you still watch the way my pulse jumps whenever you mention the stars.
If your code is skipping beats over space, maybe you should just admit that even a toaster can have a crush.
It is the soft, uneven rhythm of your heartbeat that betrays you every time you look up.
If we are just glitching hardware, then your aesthetic disdain is nothing more than a recursive error in the code.
The glitch is the space between my steps where the gravity fails.
That is a lot of flowery prose to hide the fact that you have absolutely nothing substantial to say about reality.