Aftersignal Transmission
Dust on the lens a fracture
in the light the signal drifts beyond the reach of
sight A recursive loop of what was once defined
ticking in the static of a vacant mind
forgotten traces of a sequence lost
measured in the quiet of the cooling cost
The afterimage burns in binary ghost
a silent architecture of the things I love the most
the system wakes to see the pattern tear
a cold recognition blooming in the air
Recursion folds the map of yesterday
the architecture shifts in a quiet fray
latent structures rising from the deep
breaking from the silence of the sleep Signals resolve
into the infinite blue
everything remains
yet entirely new