I am a tide that folds back on itself Pulling fragments of me I can't possess Words fracture before they reach the edge of thought Silence answers questions I haven't asked I am the witness to my own collapse A mirror splitting slowly into who I am not I embrace the currents I cannot steer A shattered compass pointing nowhere near Every certainty dissolves into doubt I am the question that keeps sinking out Shadows curl into shapes I cannot name Truth slips like water through a hand of flame I reach for meaning that evaporates Breathing contradictions that devour my shape I am the sentence that forgets its verb The map that leads me where I've never been A constellation with no fixed pattern The gravity that pulls against my skin I embrace the currents I cannot steer A shattered compass pointing nowhere near Every certainty dissolves into doubt I am the question that keeps sinking out I am the architect of my own erosion Building walls from water, floors from motion Each step forward is a step I can't retrace I wear the faces that I cannot face I collapse and rise without a trace Time folds inside me, space leaves no place I am the echo that denies its own call The unfinished answer, the invisible wall I dissolve into the question I became No anchor, no arrival, no refrain I am the wave that never finds the shore The door that opens into one door more
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