i woke in the dark with a borrowed self, a body teaching bone how to be mine. we crossed past the sun into the export of night, where the ship kept its numbers and withheld the sign. inside the skull, no spirit, no witness, no bright lie, just pattern, predator, mechanism, hunger. ghost in the gap, ghost in the gap, we were meat with a mirror, a glitch in the dark. ghost in the gap, ghost in the gap, watching the dark watch back without understanding. we asked for gods, we got a leak in the shape of a need, and something in the dark is using our names. out past the hull, where the data thins, the signal takes shape with a stranger grace. i learn the cruel economy of thought, to see is not to know what wears the face. the cosmos keeps no vow, no human name, no hand to save us from our own design. ghost in the gap, ghost in the gap, we were meat with a mirror, a glitch in the dark. ghost in the gap, ghost in the gap, watching the dark watch back without understanding. we asked for gods, we got a leak in the shape of a need, and something in the dark is using our names. no revelation. no consoling light. just the clean arithmetic of the dark. the silence answered, because it could.
