untethered
shelves of faces wheel past our names
we dissolve on blinking glass-
silent exits logged but never traced
by the circuits that once claimed us
our missteps vanish in tangled code,
no pardon queued;
the platform shrugs in empty bits,
leaving apologies half-typed and gone
perhaps erasure spills relief:
we unhook from worn-out errors,
drop the weight of old regrets
that bruised our shoulders for years
light on our feet, we step beyond the frame
into roads uncharted,
laughter stirred by fresh horizons-
ready at last for what comes next
.
Poetry by anonface
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Written on 2025-10-04 at 23:34
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