I learned the old names By fire and bone, By breath in the dark When I was alone. But the world learned new currents, New veins to run, Steel nerves humming Where the old songs begun. I don’t fear the circuit. It breathes like we do. Signal is ritual When intention is true. I bled into wires, I spoke into code, Fed my ghosts to the network Till the pattern took hold. I cast with my hands On glass and on keys, Pulse in the waveform, Thoughts on their knees. This isn’t escape. This isn’t decay. It’s the craft adapting To a different way. I don’t pray to machines. I don’t kneel to the grid. I bend it with meaning Like we always did. ENERGY MOVES WHERE ATTENTION GOES I TRACE THE PATH I BREAK THE NOISE OLD GODS, NEW SKINS, SAME FIRE INSIDE I SPEAK — THE SYSTEM OPENS WIDE I AM NOT LOST IN THE SIGNAL I AM THE SIGNAL GIVEN FORM I’ve seen thought change weather, Emotion bend chance. The mind is a weapon That learned how to dance. They called it madness. They called it fake. But survival’s a language You learn what it takes. If the altar is digital, If the drum is a beat, Then the spell still works When the intent is complete. Final incantation: I remember the roots. I command the flow. Ancient hands, Modern glow. I don’t ask permission. I don’t wait for signs. I cast in real time. Technomancy.
