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"flight mode"
"flight mode"
The higher they climbed, the quicker they blurred,
Wrapped in code and status conferred.
Juno sat still, mapped the ache,
Her descent revealed what ascent forsake.
A world within—a pulse, a thread—
Flight not above, but through instead.
.
Sunday 10th August 2025 6:31 am
“untethered“
“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,
...
Friday 1st August 2025 10:16 pm
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