in the digital void,
i paint with bits of code,
a neon river flows,
where words and wires go.
echoes from the past,
ansi art still stands tall,
crayon hues against black,
the silent conversations.
screens flicker, hearts ignite,
we dance in the binary light,
1s and 0s intertwine,
creating a digital vine.
glitches are our art form,
happy accidents to be born,
in the maze of pixels,
our stories intertwined, lost in lore.
[returning to the physical realm]
where paper meets pen once more,
the digital whispers fade,
but memories don't retire so bold.
a zine with edges worn,
pages stained by the dawn,
recollections of bytes and bits,
now etched into our skins, a signet.
so here i am tonight,
scribbling in the glowing light,
weaving tales from the web,
into the real world's weave.
-- iNK$tAiN
"made a thing."
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