
In the hush where midnight folds, Silent threads stitch silver codes, Etching signals, thin and stark, Carving paths through breathless dark. Unseen, we drift along the seam, Where shadows wake our hidden dreams. Skin to static, breath to dread, We trace the pulse the silence fed. Threads in the dark pull me deeper, Faint but burning, like fevered sleepers, Night's quiet spark Splits the hush of where we are Caught in the hum of distant wires, Drawn through flames and fevered choirs, Something unseen Holds the weight of what we've never been. Between the seams... (Flickering lines dissolve, unseen) (Unravel slow between the seams)
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