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)