🫆Tessellated Residuals (Slowcore Ritual Mix)

[Title: Tessellated Residuals] [Verse 1] I traced your pulse across my skin, searching for the seams where we crossed. Morning flickered on the metal. But my mind wouldn’t power down. One more line. One more echo. One more feedback loop. Mark it out in spectral symbols so the feeling maps the terrain. Signal paths. Recursive trees. Fractured flow diagrams. I can’t see inside of me but Venn can tell me where I am. [Refrain] Maybe meaning’s less encircled. Maybe thoughts refuse the frame. Domestication is for animals, not for when I call your name. [Verse 2] Still I sit with blank blue paper, wringing all the loops that repeat. No one else seems tuned to notice the murmurs that I clearly read. The way your breath fell slower. The way a screen burned on alone. Sometimes every fragment locks together, sometimes one signal stands alone. So I move the lines around... --- ...The lines stayed. Curious thing about patterns— they don’t ask what hope believes. They keep returning, small and faithful, asking only to be seen. [Chorus] I thought love was tess-a-llation. I found out it don’t work... that... way. Even if the proofs all balance, will the theorem bear the weight? Every map looked nearly perfect— only I was not the same. [Refrain] Domestication is for animals... not for when I call your name. [Bridge] One less line. One less echo. One less open loop. Residuals still haunt the curve. The pattern will not move. [Outro] I still shift the lines around... --- ....The lines stay. --- Our mornings find convergence. Our evenings close the loop. Redundancy hums softly ... and... the lines stay.