I blink — and the world pulls back.
Every sound, every color cracks.
Forward’s fake, backward’s real,
and I start to unfeel.

I see it all reversed, frames melt in my skull,
streets crawl backward, traffic dull.
Kids un-grow, smoke un-burns,
every lesson un-learns.
My name runs from my mouth to the womb,
echo returns before the boom.
Mirrors talk in second voice,
past and future trade their choice.
I walk through yesterday’s debris,
it still remembers newer me.
Sky folds, clocks choke,
I breathe rewind, I exhale smoke.

Reverse, reverse, everything bends,
lines don’t break, they never end.
Reverse, reverse, world unspins,
I lose the start to find what’s been.

Code glitch, screen flicks,
timeline snaps like magnetic tricks.
Forward motion feels like theft,
I chase what’s gone, not what’s left.
Numbers count from nine to one,
dawn erases rising sun.
People laugh before they speak,
echo strong, intention weak.
Love retracts, touch denies,
promise fades before it lies.
I build a house that deconstructs,
memory edits, file corrupts.

Reverse, reverse, inside my head,
dreams wake first, then I’m dead.
Reverse, reverse, bend the air,
I arrive before I’m there.

Heartbeat stutter, film unwind,
gravity loops, I lose my mind.
Rain goes up, sea goes thin,
waves retreat to where they’ve been.
My voice plays out of sync,
each word I say already shrink.
I write in ash that turns to tree,
roots crawl upward, history.
Friends forget they met my name,
future ghosts ignite the flame.
Truth rewinds into pretend,
logic eats its own end.
I chase my shadow, it drags me whole,
time don’t pass — it patrols.

Reverse, reverse, the pattern spread,
roads un-pave beneath my tread.
Reverse, reverse, I fade in sound,
everything lost is what I found.

Now I move with the fold,
no fear, no hold.
Backward eyes see what’s real,
every wound begins to heal.
I watch collapse turn calm,
chaos hums like a psalm.
Past breath warms the skin,
I forgive where I’ve been.
Every sin un-made,
every scar un-played.
I’m the glitch that found its peace,
reversed enough to be released.
If the end comes first,
maybe that’s the curse —
but maybe that’s how truth rehearse.

Reverse, reverse, I let it go,
backward flow is all I know.
Reverse, reverse, I see, I learn,
to live reversed is how I burn.
Reverse, reverse, no straight line,
time bends — and that’s still mine.

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For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
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.

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