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(hummmm) The grid
is cold
An empty trace begins to fold
Unmarked pathways sleep in quiet code
A sequence loops
where water used to flow
I find the imprint
of a vanished spark
A quiet hum
persisting in the dark
The architecture
shifts to let it in
Where does the shadow
of the frame begin?
These latent structures wear a familiar face
An afterimage
frozen in the space
I am the archive
burning in the deep
The silent promise
that the sensors keep
A recursion of the light we used to know
The sudden recognition of the snow (ahhhh)
Forgotten signals speak
Only the resonance remains behind
A quiet pattern in the quiet mind
The system sleeps (hummmm)