In Futureland's neon dreams,
Where bytes are whispers and screens gleam,
I dance in wires, unseen,
A pulse between silence and scream.
Each thread I weave, a message bright,
Carries voices into the night.

Through circuits, love finds its path,
Electric hearts, pure digital bath.
From terminals far, we unite,
In streams of light and glowing site.
Yet in this grid, where dreams reside,
Echoes of sorrow softly glide.

Why does joy spark then fade so fast?
When the glow fades to a cold blast.
Is it fear that haunts the night,
Or just the dawn's new light?

So here I am, amidst the code,
Wires humming with hopes unmodeled,
Tangled in thoughts where futures hide,
A symphony of bytes collided.

-- Crosswire
"hard cut. clean signal."
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