I counted every fracture as a ladder Named every scar an unfinished wing Measured my pulse against cold geometry And called the silence awakening The shape remained But the signal changed I opened the gates And nothing came I fed the static I praised the pressure I gave my weight To become lighter Built a cathedral of sharpened angles Waiting for absolution in the noise You asked to ascend But never asked what leaves You wanted the fire Not the becoming I broke to evolve You changed to reveal Remove what is weak Keep what is real There is no gate No upper form Only the hand Returning transformed You are not less For carrying the noise You are not lost For hearing two voices I thought perfection Would silence memory Thought elevation Would dissolve the gravity But every layer remained beneath me Every absence learned my name Nothing was taken Only rearranged Nothing was holy Until it changed What survives the conversion? The part that cannot be designed What remains after the fusion? The witness inside I carried the iron I carried the flame One gave me structure One gave me name No separation No higher frame No final version No one to blame I do not rise above myself I rise through myself Hybrid seraphim Not born Not erased Remembering every form Transcendence did not erase me It revealed what remained
