
[Verse 1] Carbon keeps the heel-print, the **body / pottery** in clay, Earth in every nerve-cell, where the **weight / late** hours stay; Half the mass slips sideways, through a **threshold / breath-hold** seam, Still the hand finds bread crust in the **here / near** waking dream. [Refrain] D-one: let the **heel** keep time, let the **heel** mark ground, D-one: every **meal** leaves a measure in the sound. [Verse 2] Carbon-ether, thin hinge, with a **silver / river** turn, Not quite flesh, not gone—still a **signal / single** ember-burn; Half the density, then the **doorway / four-way** bends, I pass a name through my teeth; it **carries / varies** as it ends. [Refrain] D-two: let the **hinge** swing wide, let the **hinge** make room, D-two: every **fringe** of the day grows a second bloom. [Verse 3] Etheric: less weight, but the **quiet / buy it** hums below, Small blue currents braid where the **eyelid / tide-lit** waters flow; Half again, the **pattern / lantern** loosens from the frame, A thought crosses the room before I **call it / draw it** by name. [Refrain] D-three: let the **current** pull, let the **current** decide, D-three: every **word bent** leaves a wake on the other side. [Verse 4] Hydroplasmic, low tide in a **glass vein / fast train** mist, Not a map of stars, just a **salt seam / pulse beam** wrist; Half the density, and **water / daughter** trades its skin, I lean into the thinning, feel the **outside / inside** begin. [Refrain] D-four: let the **tide** run deep, let the **tide** run clear, D-four: every **wide** space brings the far thing near. [Verse 5] Thermoplasmic, antimatter’s **furnace / turn us** in flight, Fifteen rooms of time folded **under / thunder** from sight; Five worlds, each halved, though the **ladder / matter** won’t explain How a living mind keeps asking **what stays / what weighs** in rain. [Final Refrain] D-five: let the **flame** climb, let the **flame** unmake, D-five: every **name** thins out at the edge of the wake. [Outro] Earth in the heel-print, a room in the room, Half of the hush still carrying bloom.

