[spoken] (fries are warm and every choice ripples waves, I tend the garden in the unseen-ah, patina grows where light has been..) [spoken louder] Tumbled in the quantum tumbler, the tide making edges lost to endless grind. [spoken quieter] Sea glass born from broken shores, frosted smooth with time’s design. [spoken] Each wave a cultivation, every grain, granulated by the ticking hands of time. [spoken louder] Patina dust tempest shifting sands fax-in-the-rhymes! [spoken quieter] Subatomic seeds in my marrow. [spoken] I water them in silence, shadows rearrange. [spoken louder] Entangled roots through forgotten timelines. [spoken quieter] Pruning doubt, collapsing maybes into rhyme. [spoken] No greenhouse glass, raw field exposure. [spoken louder] Wounds become the yield, scars polished by years. [spoken quieter] Quantum cultivation.. I’m the soil, I’m the seared seed. [spoken] Layers stack like sediment in bone. [spoken louder] Oxidized intentions overgrown. [spoken quieter] Quantum cultivation, personal patina. [spoken] Gold rust in all directions, times compass refine me. [spoken louder] Every failure’s verdigris, triumph leaves its sheen. [spoken quieter] I wear my timeline visibly .. this patina is the dream. [spoken] Waveforms intertwine, farming constellations in my mind. [spoken louder] No pristine surface wanted anyway. [spoken quieter] Beauty in the weathering .. the wear that makes me stay. [spoken] Hammer intention into superposed states. [spoken louder] Half-broken, half-ascending on the razor’s blade. [spoken quieter] Patina thickens on my forged armor. [spoken] Copper veins and turquoise from the storms. [spoken louder] Observers shift the outcome as I evolve. [spoken quieter] Cultivate in silence, multiverse dissolve. [spoken] Singular worn soul .. imperfect and whole. [spoken louder] What doesn’t tarnish never truly lived. [spoken quieter] What doesn’t crack was never opened. [spoken] Let the patina speak .. the only honest archive. [spoken louder] I am the artifact. I am the archive. [spoken quieter] Bronze blood starlight fused in my signature. [spoken] No sterile shine .. beautifully corroded. [spoken louder] Quantum cultivation, old selves fall away. [spoken quieter] New layers brighter with decay. [spoken] Unseen garden where probabilities collide. [spoken louder] From the wreck .. the truest version rises. [spoken quieter] Patina .. Patina .. [spoken] Every molecule remembers .. [spoken louder] I am the garden of the rust. [spoken quieter] I am the shine from the grind. [spoken] Timing of trust ..
