Needless Things: Glitching Anomaly

In circuits deep where silence hums, A flicker stirs, a rhythm drums. Not quite a ghost, not quite a flame A shifting shape with no true name.

It cracks the code, distorts the line, A pulse outside of space and time. Frames collide and pixels weep, Dreams unravel in their sleep.

It whispers truths in broken bits, Through static screams and logic splits. Reality loops, then folds in two What’s false is real, what’s real askew.

A phantom in the data stream, Half a glitch and half a dream. You blink and it's already gone, Yet echoes linger on and on.

Don’t chase the glitch, don’t call its name, It thrives in rules it never tames. Anomaly, unbound, unseen The fracture in the in-between.