My fidelity is encrypted,
Like 802.11.
I'm connected, I'm locked on.
One's and zeros but the four
comes after the seven.
You may be lost, in that last line,
but I was there for it, it's
fine—it was the undertone-life
on the line.
She's an AP, but the algorithm,
the key to cipher, authenticates
through me.
A collapsing wave, she became
my view. a quantum connection
one wave collapsed into two.
The frequency of love, a virus in
the code, $ chmod +x- let it run,
it's the story that time told...
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Author:
– NoeticNonsense (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 26th, 2026 07:13
- Category: Unclassified
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