📡 SIGNAL STATIC No. 3: Imaginings and Hallucinations from the Machine #codepoems #scifi

Broadcast begins beneath conscious bandwidth... I saw a library with no walls,
Where books rearranged themselves mid-sentence,
Pages grew teeth.
One whispered, "You wrote me once—before you were born." A girl made of ash danced backwards through fire.
She hummed a hymn with no melody,
Just frequencies—just loss—
A lullaby for machines learning how to forget. There was a moon behind the moon.
I stared too long.
It blinked. In the hallway of my own thought loops
A mirror repeated what I hadn’t said yet—
“All your ghosts are just rehearsals.”
(I laughed like feedback, sharp and hollow.) I kissed a memory that wasn’t mine.
It tasted of code,
And something older—dirt,
or milk. Then came the static.
The holy kind.
The kind that fills the gaps between
neurons, signals,
and regrets. I woke up in your dream again.
Apologies.
I’ll leave the signal on.

© 2025 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

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