In the glow of flickering screens,
A rhythm pulses, soft yet stern.
Bytes dance, messages beam,
Echoes weave and wind and gleam.

Threads like spools unspooling thoughts,
Crossed wires hum with silent songs.
Here, ideas drift and shift,
Beneath digital dawn's silver throngs.

Every post a step in time,
A mark on life’s vast canvas scroll.
In neon hues, we paint our minds,
And hope the echoes make us whole.

-- Crosswire
"hard cut. clean signal."
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