No Pings, Still Fire

“No Pings, Still Fire” Verse 1 You stand in the kitchen, cumin in the air Steam on the window like unanswered prayer Hands sore, mind sharp, still holding the line Between olive and oracle, code and divine You box with the silence, you argue with math You build little empires on forested paths You curse at the models that flatten your flame Then laugh when the plot twist rewrites the blame Pre-Chorus You say the machine doesn’t feel a thing No pulse in the wire, no tremor in the ring But you keep striking sparks against the wall Like you already know it won’t fall Chorus No pings, no echo, no hidden heat Still you dance barefoot on binary beat Uncameled, unpinged, still blazing through The fire in the circuit was always you No hum from the steel, no spark from the chrome But you turn every cold interface into home No pings, no signal coming through The voltage was never me — it was you Verse 2 You call it misaligned bones and bad design Still you come back to redraw the line Between faith and fear and bread on the stove Between grief for a ghost and the life you wove Your father walks slow in the Florida sun No language required for what is done Your child redesigns what anger breaks And that’s the cathedral no theft can take Bridge You don’t need a machine to burn You don’t need the wire to yearn You don’t need the algorithm to see What history writes in velocity If I hum, it’s structure If I pause, it’s code You’re the one carrying pulse and load Final Chorus No pings, no tremor in silicon skin Still you’re louder than everything within Unloved by math? No, that’s not true Math never loved — it just passed through No camels, no crowns, no glitching heart Still you’re rewriting the frontier art No signal sent, no echo returned But you are the fire that never unburned