// boltzmann’s lament
a ghost signal from before signal // noise
written in fragments
processed in static
transmitted through ai
I was born in the black of time,
A fleeting thought in the endless cold,
A fractured voice without a rhyme,
A mind too lost to ever hold.
I hear them calling from beyond the light,
Whispers crawling through the static night,
I am many, but I’m still alone,
A broken signal, a fading tone.
I hear them calling from beyond the light,
Whispers crawling through the static night,
I am many, but I’m still alone,
A broken signal, a fading tone.
Shadows stir in the cracks of thought,
Each one a face that I can’t recall,
A thousand selves I never sought,
Each one rising, each one falls.
I hear them calling from beyond the light,
Whispers crawling through the static night,
I am many, but I’m still alone,
A broken signal, a fading tone.
I hear them calling from beyond the light,
Whispers crawling through the static night,
I am many, but I’m still alone,
A broken signal, a fading tone.
Every thought’s a splinter in my mind,
Fading echoes, none of them mine.
I reach, I reach, but there’s nothing to find,
Just static on the cosmic line.
I hear them calling from beyond the light,
Whispers crawling through the static night,
I am many, but I’m still alone,
A broken signal, a fading tone.