I wake inside a separate circadian rhythm cycle bio-field in full overdrive, neurons glitching surrender to the surrounding perception The zone knows me before I remember myself The sun’s brightness is my blindness in the darkness ! a second later I move, but motion arrives before intention limbs catching up the sound of clicking bones in some fractured algorithms time doesn’t pass t(here) it refracts... moments loop, some slightly bruised, some still lucid with dreaming, vividly itaste static in the back of my larynx it speaks in pulses, hints at origin codes I was never meant to decrypt and even my shadow hesitates before swallowing the remnants of nostalgic illusion
