When the tide laid flat and the sky went thin, I could feel where the noise had been Like the edge of a sound still living inside, but it wouldn’t rise, wouldn’t break, wouldn’t bend Glass on the water, breath held tight, like a day with no shadow, a night with no light Every wave forgot its name in the frame of a moment… That… …wouldn’t change Every flame stood still the same, no flicker to follow, no form to claim Silence settling deep in the bone, not empty — just something I couldn’t outrun alone And I felt it stretch in the space I was in, like a quiet that widened beneath my skin… Not absence… …not loss… …just a depth pulling me in… …pulling me in… Then a pulse moved slow underneath the calm, like a distant weight in the center of the palm No storm outside, no crashing sound, just something vast turning slowly around And the ribs learned fire without a spark, just a steady glow waking up in the dark… …Not loud… …not wild… …just a rise from within… …like it always had been… And the sea stayed still but the spine stood tall, like the silence itself had a shape to call Every breath I took felt aligned to a thread I had never known but was always ahead No rush… no force… no need to defend… just a shift in the place I was standing in When the heart went quiet… I heard it begin… Not born in rage… Not shaped by fear… Just something deeper… …drawing near… When the waves fall silent… the strength awakes… When the heart goes quiet… the monster wakes No shadow left to outrun now No ceiling left to bow What stood asleep stands breathing wide A steady fire behind the eyes When the waves fall silent… the strength awakes… When the heart goes quiet… …the monster wakes
