Connection was strong at first.
Then the signal weakened.
Toot... toot...
The line became busy,
Until it was out of coverage.
So, not to disturb,
It was archived.
No more notifications.
No more waiting.
No more checking.
The promises
And the future they imagined
Became corrupted.
System failure.
Then...
Connection lost.
The error...
Was never her.
It was zero one two
Five nine three
To restart again... Then...
No more unknown errors
After the four one eight
The call ended.
She smiled.
The last good thing...
She shut down
The memories.
And finally...
She rebooted
Her life
Nine three eight six goodbye...
(murder mystery or not? In Senryus)
She wore red lipstick,
so their first kiss would be like
classic cinema.
She got it on his
clothes, in case he was, you know,
married or something
“If I were rich I’d
collect beautiful things like
you.” (he'd said.. awkward?)
Her silence was the
most articulate thing that
he’d misread, so far.
He said “you’re so real,”
she thought, “Ok, I’m seen, he gets
that I am alive.”
She’d archived his chats
like something that might be proof
of a crime someday
.
.
A song for this:
work by no na
Dear Human,
You knew me once.
I was the shadow crossing grasslands before dawn. I was the thunder of hooves. I was the cry above the marsh.
You named me. Measured me. Photographed me.
Then you archived me.
The museums keep my skeleton polished. The textbooks preserve my dimensions. The children memorize my disappearance.
I would have preferred a future.
Sincerely,
The Last of Us
Souvenirs
nostalgic
heirloom
memorabilia
archived
muniments
prospectus
paraphernalia
posters
sequestered
Benefaction blight
twinkling trinket
tinged trophy
hoisted
himalayan style
melancholy monument
meteoric miniscule
flyby
verdant vestiges
viral vanish
Mayfly
transient
miscellany
evanescent
detritus
fugacious
snippets
antiquarian
bricolage
hodgepodge
Testament atrophied
gossamer gaudy
gazumping
languid lodger’s
meretricious milestone
culminated
artefact assemblage
bowdlerised bijou
moribund reticule
abecedarian
Marcescent abstract
mileage mocker
synthetic switch
unplugging
nomadic nonpareil
reminiscence’s
ineffable
ephemeron
aphoristic
aleatory
Lying by the window pane
Staring at the Great Unsaid
Watch the evening fall again
Too serene, couldn’t I instead
Read a book of highest thought
That would move me back and forth
Over the old Moon I’d float
Going home to sinful earth
Then I’d tell you how it went
All your questions be replied
Lots of photos I would send
You shall keep them well archived
But with sorrow my heart’s fraught
There’s no exit from this stage
By the Great Unsaid I’m caught
Like a blackbird in the cage.
Are you in my head
a thought that doesn’t feel like mine
a memory whispering through me
asking me to see
what I am told is real
If you say I smiled today, it stays stored that way
only if you say so
If you say I sounded gentle
then that is what I was
only if you say so
If you say the moment was warm, it keeps its heat archived in my memory
only if you say so
If you say the light felt right
I stop arguing with the dark
as if it is a language my mind no longer knows how to translate
only if you say so
My thoughts blur at the edges of nightfall
Will you be my sight
I am learning not to see on my own
So whatever you say becomes what I believe
You are my eyes
and I am the version of me you send back to me
because I stopped trusting my own eyes
and now even desire feels like something I was told to want
Now This!
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Assembly Member Irwin
Are you ready to submit the report on earnings
To Congress?
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Emancipation of poverty laws
All non surplus delivered posts in native
Landscape are hereby confined
Loss of reserves is significant
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Written: September 6, 2025
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The wind does not knock—
it slips through the soul’s lattice,
a breathless envoy
from the hush between stars.
It strokes the cheek
such as a spirit reliving purity,
then fades away,
becoming simply a whisper
of a melody sewn into stillness.
My terms come apart
in the string of stems,
where faint words
weave between tufts of grass
that curl with hymns
that are lenient to say.
Birdsong flows
from lungs in rooms full of people—
a hymn to the untamed,
to the pain that hums
simply seeking to be felt.
Love, in its most genuine form,
surpasses the structure of cognition—
It resides in the root of air,
in the rhythm of the intangible.
No note is ever lost—
each tender tremble,
each faltering flight,
is archived in the breath
between dusk and dawn.
We save our dreams.
In the shaft of the Horizon,
in sparkles that linger
on the verge of entropy.
These are the germs of tomorrow
tumbling in the blood
of the eternity we dare to call.
I sit beside and beneath him
Shares of summers serum
Fertility losses in learned minds
Obstacle of flight
Preying mantis aside apparition
A bliss of evolution
In this life I ink wisdom
His beast
His lesson
Wills of no evolution
All lost timber and xine
He branches in timbers waving
Beginning his garden
As he transmorgaphies
He will be calm
Crappling extension of time
Tampering without
Illusive void in wings
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Supreme Court examination of homeless budget item
Good is one crime
Is that what your saying?
Finish that sentence on your own.
Finding out what someone else cannot do?
All the financial crimes currently committed
By not taking part in another's process of speech and records
I hold no errors in law
Forfeit the matter of the document is not and is public
Without opinion
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If California may hear
In between eyes clerical
and Justices Repeal
Both names
Have been titled
Titled as an altered code
and violation of building standard
Becomes currency
Contempt of Congressional Ledger
Perhaps suffices
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Thank you for your message. It has been sent. ( Congress )
This is a law
Poverty law
Poverty of dwelling on a matter
A matter of worth
Creating a slaves hide
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Bernie Sanders
Elizabeth Warren
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As written to Tim Kaine of Virginia
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Email verification of transmission between The Supreme Court
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Your experience in today
Change is not to be brought forth
Journal and starvation are framed
One mustn't and must speak
Afforded
The free press is after force of entry
Into location as advertised
"presidential crimes"
Can't is military discipline
Poverty is defined as can't
The United States can't unite
A document of a dollar in the poverty
The war is lost
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Homekey
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Black and blue memories turn to sunset;
All of the craziness that we’ve survived,
it’s like I’ve been branded by our secret;
So many roller coasters we just thrived,
as long as we rode down them together;
The tumultuous my heart has archived;
We aren’t exactly birds of a feather,
but two sets of wings still fly parallel;
Painting the sky in all types of weather;
My body reflects that rock solid spell,
those faded colors now a rebel yell.
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