Quiet ignitions inside of the rib cage, rhythms aligning with reasons I read in the rising of rooms People still frozen in postures of practiced composures, I notice the pulse that the moment assumes Nothing will happen unless there is motion, unless there is someone who chooses the path to pursue Weight of my steps is a language of physics I feel it before it is visible, shaping the view Breathing the balance of doubt and direction, the ground in my periphery starts to respond Pressure in patterns beneath every placement, the field rearranging itself wherever I’ve gone Time isn’t slowing down for talkers and thinkers, it favors the will that is quietly strong Silence becomes an acceleration point a current that carries the intention along I measure the tilt of a world still resisting the symmetry set in the center of stride Reading the tension in faces and fixtures, the static that gathers where movements collides Lines that were hidden begin to reveal in the wake of a force that is calmly applied Nothing dramatic just gravity shifting and guiding the shape of the spaces at my side Every decision is friction or freedom, a choice that determines the depth of the trail People keep waiting for proof of a pathway while pathways appear when the doubters grow pale I’m not announcing the turn of the weather I walk and the pressure begins to unveil Motion is imminent written in cadences that cut through the noise like blades through the veil Motion imminent feel the frame bend Calm in the vector beginning again Step after step like a metronome mapping the measure of matter reacting to will Corners of vision start curving and closing while structures that stood grow uncertain and still Fear is a mirror that fractures in phases whenever a presence refuses to kneel Balance becomes an authority language a signal the rigid and restless can feel Worlds start to listen in layers of pressure, the air itself shifting to make room for stride Currents of consequence circle the contact where silence and sound find a place to collide I carry the center in cadence and conscience a constant that chaos attempts to divide Nothing can sway what has already chosen the line that the future will learn to abide People perceive it as force or defiance, but force is a myth when alignment is true I’m only the echo of motion eternal, a rhythm returning perspective to view Systems may tremble in front of the moment, but tremors are proof that the signal is through Inertia flawless in fields of distortion the path will appear when the will moves it to No need to rush. No need to prove. Pressure reveals The shape of the move. Watch how the still Becomes aware… When motion arrives It alters the air. Motion imminent feel the ground respond Vectors awaken where doubt has lived too long Calm in the center of change as it unfolds I walk the future before it can be told Foot in the fractures of fate and formation Dust in the light of a world redefined Nothing is louder than quiet direction Nothing more final than choice set in time…
