Can you tell what time it is without looking?
When you close your eyes, do shapes still move?
Do you hear a sound before a door opens,
or the air rearrange to make room for you?

Do you wake before alarms,
see light bend where no light is?
Does silence grow teeth some days,
like a hum you can’t dismiss?

Do animals flinch when you pass,
or turn their heads like they knew?
Can you feel the pulse of someone else,
beating quiet next to you?

Every pattern folds in half,
your breath divides the math.
Angles hum, mirrors lag

You’re tuned to the wrong dimension,
out of key, in perfect tension.
Counting seconds that don’t align,
breaking rhythm just in time.

Can you guess a card before it’s turned?
Hear a name before it’s learned?
Does glass tremble when you speak,
does your voice bend what’s weak?

Have you walked through places unknown,
felt the floor shift like it moaned?
Dreamed of rooms that later exist,
like time forgot what it missed?

Electric nerves and tangled chords,
Numbers hum without the words.

you breathe — the current’s seen.

You’re tuned to the wrong dimension,
out of key, in perfect tension.
Counting seconds that don’t align,
breaking rhythm just in time.

Does silence break into tone when you stare too long?
Does the air shift before someone’s gone?
Do shadows move first, ahead of your hand?
Do strangers remember where you stand?

Can you tell when a machine will die?
Do numbers repeat until they lie?
Can you taste the metal in the rain?
Do you dream in fractal pain?

You’re tuned to the wrong dimension,
out of key, divine ascension.
Counting seconds, watching them freeze,
math and ghost collapse with ease.

Can you tell when someone’s about to lie?
Does time slow down inside your eyes?
Do you hear your name without a sound?
Do you ever leave the ground?


The wrong dimension (Math Rock reload)

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.

The wrong dimension (Math Rock reload)

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