💫AXIS

Gilded geometry A silver line The gears of fate Perfectly aligned We built the days on velvet tracks No shadows falling through the cracks The horizon held a steady hand Across the architecture we had planned But momentum is a fragile ghost Just when you think you have the most One blink One tilt One tear The fulcrum... fails The iron rails have turned to dust A map rewritten As it must You cannot steer the falling rain Or bargain with the winter’s pain But in the wreckage Light is found Where the sky begins upon the ground It happens fast The spin The crash But the pulse remains Through the static and the ash Take care of the light Before the turn The heart insists Breathe Now