"Untethered"
shelves of faces wheel past our names
we dissolve on blinking glass—
silent exits logged but never traced
by the circuits that once claimed us
our missteps vanish in tangled code,
no pardon queued;
the platform shrugs in empty bits,
......
The words hung in the air,
sharp and unmoving.
Time circled back,
but the wound stayed open.
No apology could reach this place,
no hand could smooth the edges.
Some shadows linger,
even in the brightest light.
"Untethered"
shelves of faces wheel past our names
we dissolve on blinking glass—
silent exits logged but never traced
by the circuits that once claimed us
our missteps vanish in tangled code,
no pardon queued;
the platform shrugs in empty bits,
......
The words hung in the air,
sharp and unmoving.
Time circled back,
but the wound stayed open.
No apology could reach this place,
no hand could smooth the edges.
Some shadows linger,
even in the brightest light.