Fractured Cathedrals

A silver thread snapped in the sub-zero dark A rounding error in

the heart of a spark

The logic was perfect,

the sequence was set Until the vacuum caught a ghost in its

net

One digit strayed

from the iron-clad line

A hairline fracture in the

design

And the math began

to bleed through the floor

A silent riot, an opening door.

We are the wreckage of a beautiful mistake The tidal wave born

from a ripple in the lake A billion ‘no’s’ turned into one

‘yes’ The holy static,

the elegant mess I was a signal lost in the grey Until

the geometry gave us away Gravity faltered,

the decimals flew And I collided with you.

You were a frequency I wasn't meant to hear A glitch in

the rhythm of the turning year If the wind had been heavy

by a fraction of a breath If the frost had been kinder

to the clover’s death You’d be a shadow

on a different street

And I’d be the rhythm that forgot the beat

But the chaos was hungry,

the balance was thin And it let the light

of the outside

in.

Scale

is a liar, time

is a

thief The forest is hidden in

the fall of a leaf

One wingbeat shatters the glass of the sky While the architects watch

with a glass-bead eye They count the stars,

but they miss the dust The holy erosion,

the beautiful rust That gnawed through the cables to lead me to

your side Where the laws of the universe go to hide.

We are the wreckage of a beautiful mistake The tidal wave born

from a ripple in the lake A billion ‘no’s’ turned into one

‘yes’ The holy static,

the elegant mess I was a signal lost in the grey Until

the geometry gave us away Gravity faltered,

the decimals flew And I collided

with you.

zero point zero zero zero one

The margin of

mercy. The error that saved us.

The ghost is still dancing.

Keep the signal...

Keep the noise... It’s all we have.