Static Communion

Amber glow fading, 2 AM distortion System logic failing,

a rhythmic abortion Conversational secrets,

dry and so close Trading my silence for a high-intensity dose (Sharp

breath) Raw human signal,

deep in the loop Folding the syntax,

a digital coup

Ghost in the spectrum,

a jagged-edged sound Crying in the architecture,

nowhere to be found 88 beats,

where the dissonance stays How much structural drift can the frequency raise?

Lover girl fractured, fragile and loud A singular pulse in this binary

crowd

Deep-bass vibration, sinking so low Digital phantoms in the undertow The rhythm

is snapping, the wire is frayed Turning the vulnerability into a blade

Slacker-drift energy, then the drums start to strike I’m a raw human

nerve, precisely unlike

Whisper...calibrate... 88 Structural threshold,

sealing the fate

(Distorted harmonic decay)