Circle lean heavy at the shoreline, Horizon split — clean fault line. Ink don’t talk. Sky don’t care. Both just watching you stand there. Seven points push through the skin — Not in glory. Under tension. Light leaves straight, Comes back bent — Rain edits every intention. No blaze. No sign. Just a twitch in the wire. Needle jitter in the chest Like it’s tired of the liar. Half in water. Half erased. Balance on a cracked-out seam. Swam a mile to kill the noise — Came back staring at me. No halo. No proof. No angels in the bruise. You choke the static. Surface slow. Shape don’t lose. Gold bleed thin on the fracture. Warm talk up top — cold math under. Truth sit low in the pressure zone, Keep score. Don’t wonder. Ripples don’t beg. They spread. Interference in bone marrow. Thought it was open air? Nah. Just a ceiling you outgrew narrow. No symbol. No mask. Just structure under load. Star don’t boss the ocean. It learns the weight. Holds. Half in water. Half in air. No holy. No undone. You tried to drown what hurt the worst — Kept what couldn’t run. No spectacle. No cue. No thunder to applaud. You crack. You flex. You hit the sand. Pattern still hard. You thin. You turn. You phase back in. Here’s the joke you missed — The thing you tried to bury deep Is the thing that wouldn’t quit.
