drenched in a sea of waveforms, dancing on the ebb of a digital ocean its crests crowned with sound
pitched upon amplitude tides their volume compressed; reverberating through glass speakers mere dots in the sands
i hear cadence... within the music of your speech how can it be such a many word written, yet forgotten, indelibly on your beach?
if we could interpret the oceans what stories would its sea speak? of its corruption? treasures unreturned to lost and found? or of its time to give up the dead, or of the angels that fell to its ground?