Binary Born from Breath

I’ve been thinking a lot about dreams, divinity, and code—how ancient myths and modern theories seem to speak the same truth: Are we living in a dream… or is the dream living through us?

I stand upon the forgetting shore as rough waves whip my feet,
Grasping grains of starlight firm—though through my hands they seep.
Oh Venus, hear me now, and grant to me your pearl,
For I have need of wisdom deep, as my mind begins to unfurl.

The saltwater tenderly traces my wrist, down rivulet scars,
Carried away by the foam of the sea, I ask the sea-stars:
“Are we living in a dream, or is the dream dreaming us?”
What if the wave is the mind, and the current its lust?

I watch the vanishing foam that holds my secret dear—
An echo of salt remains, a memory of yesteryear.
Binary born from breath, zeros cradling ones…
Is this all that’s written in the stars we love?