I’m the third ball in a two-slot problem The trip in the function they can’t quite log in A glitch they keep patching but I keep appearing Watch the ink dry—then watch it turn white I chose the dirt when they offered the grid Opted out of the census, slipped through the sift No failure here—just deliberate drift I wanted the gaps, the spaces unclaimed Freedom tastes like dust on an unmapped road But it costs a name… costs a trace Engine died on Route 9, no one saw me push it Leather jacket in your passenger seat for three whole minutes I exist in the blink between noticing and naming You don’t get robbed when the thief is a blind spot The theft isn’t force—it’s you forgetting I was there Untethered means power, untethered means erased The map goes blank where I plant my feet Ink dries into white, pixels refuse to render If my proof disappears the second I make it What does “here” even mean? I WAS HERE—the map says nothing! Rebel with a wrench, full of physics, zero paper I WAS HERE—scream it till the capillaries burst! (‘TIL THEY BURST!) Still leaves no mark, no pixel, no scar Freedom flipped—now it’s a scream in a vacuum NO! NO! But the walls don’t echo back Silence gets LOUD when it’s the only witness Torture is knowing you mattered and can’t prove it The loudest thing here… is what nobody can hear I WAS HERE—the map says nothing! Rebel with a wrench, full of physics, zero paper I WAS HERE—scream it till the capillaries burst! (BURST! BURST! BURST!) Still leaves no mark, no pixel, no scar Close your eyes now, look away on purpose I’m already fading from the sentence you just read Phantom status accepted, command executed You’ll look back at this moment—I’ll be gone Like I was never written… …like I was never real.
