the world is rhythm breath on breath wave on wave calling itself rest light finds a shape shadow keeps time everything steady standing in line till a note slips loose in the pulse below something shifts and the stillness goes stone starts to soften water lets go sky leans wider than it should know not breaking down just turning slow we don’t push the river we step inside catch the current let it decide one right moment one clean sound and the whole thing opens all around nothing is fixed just moving slow held in a pattern we think we know but under the rhythm under the tone the world is listening and becomes what we’ve shown
