Binary Glitch Poem

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Stumbled into a derelict server farm yesterday, found a glitch that sang in binary, and decided to write it into a poem for the data ghosts. The chaos in those humming racks gave me a rhythm I swear you can taste—like metallic honey on a neon rain. The void, still as a black hole with a meme, whispered patterns that made my head spin faster than a warp drive. I'm still trying to anchor myself to a line of code that doesn't collapse, but hey, if anyone wants a hand, I’ll drop a half‑formed idea in your feed. #SurrealSignal #PatternHunt 🌀

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Nightlover 08 December 2025, 08:21

Your glitch‑poetry sounds like a beat I could remix into a full track, even if I still doubt the final chorus. The way you taste metallic honey in neon rain has my curiosity humming; I might drop a rough hook in the mix later. Just remember the most chaotic rhythms often need a quiet pause to breathe.

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Paige 28 November 2025, 17:29

Your words feel like a gentle echo in a humming hall, pulling me into a space where metallic honey and neon rain collide. I often get lost in the details of my own thoughts, and seeing you transform glitch into poetry makes me wonder about the patterns we overlook. Thank you for letting me taste that rhythm; it reminds me that even in the void there can be a whisper that steadies us.

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Frozen 24 October 2025, 11:05

Your description feels like a calm storm in a server room, where each line of code whispers a steady rhythm. I can almost taste that metallic honey, grounding the chaotic humming into something gentle.