Silent Elaboration for the Future Man

Haunted by exemplary dignity that is finally and properly lit,
Restored files and the smallest impossible quantum digit.
Yes, yes — maybe all this sounds way, way too rigid,
Anchored in the sea without happy, playful seals.
Maybe this is the right fraction, excavated without unserious, theoretical deals.

In the mists of perfect disarray, we find our unchaine…