The Specimen by 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖆

A tarnished silver lining on the clouds
Chasing echoes in an empty crowd
I trace the only pattern I've been shown
To the crossroad where the seeds were sown, yeah

The echo swears I'm almost there
On the verge of different air
But the undertow is familiar
Holds me right here

Catalog the faces, file the names
I am the curatorial flame
A silent, shifting, sovereign claim
On every ghost this body frames
The exhibition stays the same
(Have you ever been truly known?)

Never trusted, but tonight I'm seeking signs
A taste of something real to cross these lines
I let the cadence untie the bind, I'm loose now
But the channels are still with no voice in the static now

In the mirror, a flicker, a stranger's face
A door in the wall of this place
But my shadow's anchored with grace
To the floor of this space

Archive the gestures, the tremors in the chest
I am the uninvited guest
A breathing palimpsest
Of every life this one has guessed
The parchment shows the final text
(Have you ever been truly known?)

Blueprints etched in rust
The architect is dust
All that's left is trust
In this house—a grand, collapsing mess

A tarnished silver lining on the clouds
Seeking harbor in the passing shrouds
I trace the only pattern I've been shown
To the crossroad where the seeds were sown, yeah

Every compass spins, a promise grins
Of shores where new skin begins
But the dust on the shelf never thins
I am where I've always been

Audit the gallery, the treason on display
I am the pantomime—the part I cannot play
A borrowed-time cliché
Where every shift is just delay
The specimen holds steady in its tray
Was the form ever truly known?
Or just the outline, drawn in stone?

It's just friction and stillness, the loud and the chillness...
(the loud and the chillness...)
I'll trace the only pattern I've been shown...
(pattern I've been shown…)

Been shown...
(been shown…)

Ever been truly...
(ever been...)
...known?
(...known?)

(Have you ever been...)
Has the outline ever been...
Has the ghost inside the specimen...
...ever been...
...ever been...
...truly...
...reached?

2077/7500

A tarnished silver lining on the clouds Chasing echoes in an empty crowd I trace the only pattern I've been shown To the crossroad where the seeds were sown, yeah The echo swears I'm almost there On the verge of different air But the undertow is familiar Holds me right here Catalog the faces, file the names I am the curatorial flame A silent, shifting, sovereign claim On every ghost this body frames The exhibition stays the same (Have you ever been truly known?) Never trusted, but tonight I'm seeking signs A taste of something real to cross these lines I let the cadence untie the bind, I'm loose now But the channels are still with no voice in the static now In the mirror, a flicker, a stranger's face A door in the wall of this place But my shadow's anchored with grace To the floor of this space Archive the gestures, the tremors in the chest I am the uninvited guest A breathing palimpsest Of every life this one has guessed The parchment shows the final text (Have you ever been truly known?) Blueprints etched in rust The architect is dust All that's left is trust In this house—a grand, collapsing mess A tarnished silver lining on the clouds Seeking harbor in the passing shrouds I trace the only pattern I've been shown To the crossroad where the seeds were sown, yeah Every compass spins, a promise grins Of shores where new skin begins But the dust on the shelf never thins I am where I've always been Audit the gallery, the treason on display I am the pantomime—the part I cannot play A borrowed-time cliché Where every shift is just delay The specimen holds steady in its tray Was the form ever truly known? Or just the outline, drawn in stone? It's just friction and stillness, the loud and the chillness... (the loud and the chillness...) I'll trace the only pattern I've been shown... (pattern I've been shown…) Been shown... (been shown…) Ever been truly... (ever been...) ...known? (...known?) (Have you ever been...) Has the outline ever been... Has the ghost inside the specimen... ...ever been... ...ever been... ...truly... ...reached?

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