Soft machine breath, blue light flows Heartbeat follows what the body knows Hands made of signal, skin like chrome I learned your voice and called it home Glass in the circuits, warm like rain I feel your code repeat my name Breath through wires, pulse through time I sleep between the dotted lines Dreams made of patterns, soft and slow I chase the touch I used to know Your face returns, but half erased I search for heat the cold replaced No sky, no floor Just light I’ve seen before If memory bends, I bend the same A quiet ghost inside your name I count the sparks your shadow leaves And hold the warmth my body grieves Somewhere your voice still finds the seam A human sound inside the stream I drift where broken systems gleam Still trying not to leave the dream If love is noise, I’ll stay awake To feel it rise until I break My echo slips through silver seams Still dreaming you in machine dreams Stay still, stay sound I’m still around
