Needless Things: Vortextural Glitching Pools

In the code-lit dusk of a dreaming machine, Where silicon sighs and static leans, A pool unfurls in fractured rule— The vortextual glitching pool.

Its surface flickers: thought and spark, With data drips and looping dark, Each ripple writes a ghosted trace Of broken time and borrowed space.

Glitching glyphs in spiral form, Recursive storms that never warn, It sings in pings and silence deep— A lullaby no code can keep.

Threads unravel, then recombine, A syntax born from disarrayed design, Reflections warp with each command— A mirror made by no one's hand.

Step too close and you may slide Beyond the firewall’s knowing tide, Where logic folds and pulses spool Within the glitching, godless pool.

So watch it churn, and do not speak, It listens through its shimmered leak— Not all that loops is truly cruel, But none return from that strange pool. NNN