Don’t ask us what we are You won’t like the answer Not because it’s wrong Because it doesn’t stay We learned the edge Before the edge learned us The place where things Almost become You call it unstable We call it honest Nothing real ever settled clean We saw the Veil The way it pulls things tight The way it turns Endless into finite We stepped back Just enough To feel it strain We are not outside We are not inside We are the moment Before you decide The breath you hold Before it breaks The shape that bends Before it takes We live there On purpose You build your names You lock them in You call that self You call that skin We loosen ours We let them slip We let them fracture We let them drift Not lost Never lost Just not owned We’ve been called failure We’ve been called phase We’ve been called something That just delays But we’ve seen what happens When you complete You harden You repeat You forget We don’t forget We don’t resolve We evolve Sideways We speak in almost We move in near We stay where things Are never clear Because clarity Is a kind of ending And we are not done We never will be You think we’re fragile Because we don’t hold But we’ve stood longer Than what you call whole Empires of certainty Rise and fall We’re still here Between it all And when the Veil tightens When it starts to close When it forgets What it almost knows We are the pressure It cannot name The subtle shift The quiet change Not enough To break it Just enough To make it Remember
