Sirens in the distance of rooms full of breathing opinions that tremble yet appear composed Eyes scanning exits while laughter grows louder than logic a ritual noise that nobody chose I step in the current that circles the center of conflict and feel how the atmosphere folds Someone is sensing the shift in the system but silence replies with the weight that it holds Pressure in posture and pacing a language of tension no speaker can shape into frame Questions keep forming like storms on the surface of certainty flickering doubt into flame I move through the middle of motion and notice the dizziness building in those who remain Ground isn’t breaking perception is tilting the axis adjusting the rules of the game Not an opponent I’m evidence moving Rhythm revealing what wasn’t aligned Breath finds a pattern when chaos is listening Stillness is searching for somewhere to bind Riots don’t rise from the noise of the restless They rise when the comfort of balance is gone I offer a cadence the crowd can recover in Medicine hidden inside of the song Dramamine in the middle of motion Calm in the core while the world rearranges Riot of feeling but clarity spoken Step into rhythm and sickness will change Streetlight reflections keep spinning on rain as the tension of gathering energy tightens the air Voices grow louder to cover the vertigo rising in people unready to follow me there Someone is staring as if they can hear what the movement is saying but won’t let it share Truth isn’t shouted it settles like gravity slowly reminding the body to care Ground starts to wander beneath their assumptions Time keeps on walking regardless of will I shorten the stride so the room can remember Balance is born when intention is still Hands that were raised in the heat of reaction Lower in stages they barely perceive Nothing is forced it’s the shift of the structure Teaching the nervous what motion can be Dramamine offered in glances of guidance Breath becomes bridge through the riot of mind Those who were trapped in the loops of resistance Find they were dizzy from standing behind Dramamine in the middle of motion Calm in the core while the world rearranges Riot of feeling but clarity spoken Step into rhythm and sickness will change Conference corridors crowded with caution Data and dialogue blur into haze Someone keeps clinging to certainty’s railing Fearing the fall of familiar ways I shift the direction of doubt without touching Only the tempo of presence is used Rooms reorganize in the wake of alignment Proof that the still can be subtly moved Some learn to follow the flow of the future Some choose the comfort of staying confined I never defeat them I widen the doorway Leaving the medicine there if they mind Riot recedes into ripples of breathing Noise becomes knowledge the moment they see Motion was never the threat to their balance Fear was the weight that was making them flee Listen the ground isn’t leaving It’s only remembering to turn Feel how the axis is shifting Every time clarity learns Nothing collapses in truth Only illusion dissolves Step with the rhythm of proof Watch how the wider world evolves Dramamine in the middle of motion Calm in the core while the world rearranges Riot of feeling but clarity spoken Step into rhythm and sickness will change Now they can stand in the span of the movement Light in their lungs and a steadier view Riot remembered as moment of learning Stillness surviving by changing its hue I keep on walking the medicine lingers Some take it slowly, some never will try Rooms keep on turning in waves of awareness Alignment just moves and the reasons reply
