

I left a
skyline
made of glass and fire
Traded chrome breath for dirt-road silence
The inbox stopped screaming around day five But I still flinched at
windchimes (You can hear now) (But do you listen?) I named the
silence after old machines
But it answered in stars
I forgot how to echo,
how to rush
Here, the clocks dissolve
in sap and dusk
No sirens, just the songbirds' slow
debate
And I breathe like I'm not afraid to wait (Stillness hums) (Sky
unwinds) The quiet scraped me clean
The crows called me by something I’d buried The grass
corrected my posture
I speak less, but mean more I sleep with both eyes closed
now I watch
ants carry a broken wing
And feel time throb through my teeth
(You’ve
changed)
(No—I returned) I used to count likes Now I name the constellations I
forgot how to echo,
how to scream Here,
even loneliness feels clean No
towers,
just the
moon’s delay And I breathe like I’m finally okay (The silence sees)
(The silence sings)
Now the snowflakes pulse to the sound of why?
And I moonwalk screaming
across the sky (Sky too weird) (Me too bright) (I
ain’t fixed) (But I
just might)