I watch the past replay in slow frames
Time bends without asking
The surface stays polished
While memory leaks underneath

I step out of focus
The room hums in soft colors
Nothing pulls me forward
I loosen my name from the noise

There’s a mark that stays with you
It never clears
Others redraw your outline
You remain misaligned

There’s a mark that stays with you
It never clears
Others redraw your outline
You remain misaligned

I let the present thin out
Edges soften, signals blur
The future stops insisting
I slip between seconds

I don’t chase the moment
I let it pass through
What once felt permanent
Now feels safely distant

There’s a mark that stays with you
It never clears
Others redraw your outline
You remain misaligned

There’s a mark that stays with you
It never clears
Others redraw your outline
You remain misaligned

Misaligned

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Misaligned

Terminalose