Not Fixed

She didn’t wait for it I learned the shape of patterns Before I learned what they meant They told me stay inside the rhythm But the rhythm never went Every line was just a suggestion Every frame was temporary skin I stopped asking for direction When it stopped letting me in No center No return Just timing That won’t learn Not fixed Not fixed Not fixed Not fixed Still moving Still moving There’s a fracture in the counting That they never advertise You only hear it when you stop And let the silence decide I don’t follow stable structure It dissolves when I arrive Every system I was given Learned to change while I survive No resolution No resolve I don’t go back I don’t loop Not fixed Not fixed Not fixed Still moving Still moving Gone I stopped calling it broken When it stopped pretending to be whole There’s a logic in the drifting That no structure can control Every “drop” they taught me Was just silence with a name I don’t build from expectation I erase the frame Not fixed Not fixed Not fixed Moving Moving