The screen breathes static like a living thing

Fingers trace patterns that never cling

A signal rises then it sinks

Are you there

Or just a trace of air

Binary bloom in a field of ones and zeros

Falling forward like unsolved heroes

You and I

Just a system of mirrors

Clicking keys

A language half-made

A rhythm speaks but the meaning fades

The gaps between us start to invade

Is this real

Or something we just steal

Binary bloom in a field of ones and zeros

Falling forward like unsolved heroes

You and I

Just a system of mirrors