

Still
in the signal
Still in the signal
The ceiling hums in a language of glass
Minutes bend where the footsteps pass I put my hand where the
window froze And felt the room take the shape of a ghost
There’s a blue line under the quiet machine A trace of a
place I have almost seen
Every light in the hallway leans Like it knows what the silence
means
If the sound cuts out If the walls go blind If the
mirror forgets What it held in time Don’t call it gone
Don’t call it through
There’s a field underneath
Still carrying you
I’m still in the signal,
under the noise Low in the wire,
close to the voice Erase every echo,
cover the mirror
I come back clearer,
I come back clearer
I’m still in the signal,
left in the line A breath in the static,
a mark in the time Break me to pieces,
thin me to air
I come back there,
I come back there
Still in the signal
Under the noise
Still in the signal
Close to the voice
The floor keeps count of the weight we leave Dust writes names
that the dark can read
I heard my voice from under the door
Saying less than it said before There’s a pulse in the wall
where the wires sleep A hidden room where the old sounds keep
Every loss has a shape inside Every shadow is holding light
If the words break down
If the breath turns thin
If the pattern folds
And pulls me in
Don’t call it gone
Don’t call it through
There’s a field underneath
Still carrying you Cut the low end Kill the flame Leave the
mouth Without the name Pull the thread From the frame I disappear
But I remain
No sound, no choice No light,
no voice Still here,
still near
Still in the noise
I’m still in the signal,
under the noise Low in the wire,
close to the voice Erase every echo,
cover the mirror I come back clearer,
I come back clearer I’m still in the signal,
left in the line A breath in the static,
a mark in the time Break me to pieces,
thin me to air I come back there,
I come back there
Still in the signal Left in the line A breath in the
static A mark in the time I come back clearer I come
back there