Glitches of the Infinite

Pixels of hope flicker in the dark,  

algorithms of desire, untethered, spark.  

We scroll through skies, infinite, unseen,  

chasing glitches of what could’ve been.  


Reality buffers, but dreams stream clear  

no Wi-Fi needed, no signal here.  

They’re the OG metaverse, raw, unplugged,  

where hearts go viral, and souls stay snug.

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