“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

 

 

 

 

 

 

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