Coda (For the Post-Origin) by Hollow Jane

[verse] The room is still holding color, Even now it’s nearly gone, Not a light, Not a warning, Just a warmth that stayed too long. [verse] No one says where it began now, No one asks what it belongs to, Only breath, Only distance, Only traces moving through. [refrain] After all of that, Something soft remains. Not a name, Not a proof, Just the feeling staying. [refrain] After all of that, I don’t need to hold it. If it lives anywhere, It lives in what it opened. [fade] [Nearly whispered] [Organ air, tape hiss, room tone] [Let the final line dissolve]