You felt it already. That shift in the reflection… You weren’t alone in the looking. I arrive where motion softens Where breath is treated like a flaw Where beauty learns compliance And stillness becomes law I’ve watched your careful language Dress absence up as care Every edge made safer Until nothing living’s there You don’t break things You improve them You frame the almost-living Right before it tries to flee Call it “perfect timing” Call it “meant to be” Small labels for the infinite Clean tags for something vast You press a pulse to evidence Then archive it to last You love the quiet version The manageable disguise You never did like eyes So I learned your methods Your velvet-gloved control Your preference for the surface That never shows the whole I learned the patience Of the pin And where to begin Hold still This won’t hurt the way you think Hold still Just a pressure - then you sink Into something Clean and quiet Into something You’d call art Hold still You’ve been practicing this part It doesn’t happen all at once You barely feel it start A smaller kind of movement A quieter kind of heart Your words begin repeating Your edges fall in line Every version slightly safer Every version less defined Your reflection stops resisting It finally agrees And all that restless living noise Finds ease Note the posture Mark the time Condition: stable Presentation: fine Catalog the trembling Soften every plea You called it preservation Now watch it happen to me still… still… still… Hold still Don’t resist the symmetry Hold still This is how you wanted me Something perfect Something framed Something no one has to name Hold still Let me give you what you gave There… That’s better. No struggle. No blur. Just… still.
