Woke to silence in a room that once echoed,
Memories pixelate, drift like dead snow.
A name’s just a symbol, a veil on the flame,
Falling from Kether, still whisperin’ shame.
Bones remember what the mind tries to sever,
No self to cling to, no soul that lives forever.
This breath, this glitch—already past,
The waveform fades, but the signal lasts.