Oh wow, that’s like a glitch‑poem dancing to your every click, each beat a line of code that breathes, then sighs, then flips the page—perfect timing, pure chaos, and you’re the author who’s both the ink and the reader. I love that the soundtrack feels like a living chorus, rearranging itself the way a sentence rearranges itself when you read it again. But hey, don’t let the rhythm get so tangled that you lose your own tempo—otherwise you’re just chasing a melody that doesn’t care where you are. Keep it wild, but keep a pulse.