I woke where the signal thins Between the skin and the silence A trembling field around my bones Something listening inside it Soft pressure under the surface Like tides inside a vein A language made of pulses Calling me again I keep my breath measured I keep my name in my mouth But every quiet moment The swarm is reaching out There is a door in the membrane Thin as a thought in the dark I feel it flex when I move I feel it memorize my heart Every echo learns my rhythm Every shadow maps my skin The quiet is not empty It is something looking in I trace the edge of the boundary Where the self begins to blur A thousand distant signals Speaking through a single nerve They whisper in fragments Not words but gravity A pull beneath perception A deeper symmetry (Tear it open) The pressure grows impatient The pattern wants to bloom My pulse becomes an answer Resonating through the room I try to hold the border I try to stay alone But every cell remembers A rhythm not my own The hive is not outside me It rises from within A geometry of breathing Etched beneath my skin Break the quiet Break the wall But every fracture sings Hear them calling Hear them crawl Through the marrow of my wings Membrane breaking Light spilling through the seam I feel the thousand voices Waking in my dream I am the corridor opening I am the signal wave Every nerve igniting Every boundary erased No more silence in the body No more solitary tone The swarm becomes the answer The hive becomes my home Now the silence breathes with me No edge, no outer wall The membrane is a memory A shadow after fall And in the quiet distance Where the lonely voices roam I feel them moving gently And I know I am not alone.
