Vagus Sanctuary

Four hundred and nine,

I’m pulling the shutters down,

I’m finding the only quiet place in this whole loud town.

The noise is rising,

the pressure’s at the peak,

But I’m holding onto the sovereign strength that I seek.

Matilde, the refuge is open,

the anchor is tied,

I’m breathing through the chaos,

I’m staying deep inside.

It’s not about the function,

it’s not about the show,

It’s about the sovereign light that refuses to let go.

I am the sovereign refuge,

I am the steady ground!

I am the silence in the middle of the sound!

I’m protecting the life that is beating in my chest,

I’m giving the tired parts of me a moment’s rest!

For the good of all,

the sanctuary is sealed,

With no harm to none,

the spirit is being healed!

The city is moving,

the currents are way too fast,

But I’m building a fortress out of all that will last.

It’s okay to be shaky,

it’s okay to be slow,

It’s okay to be lost in the places I don’t know.

I’m functional, I’m sovereign,

I’m learning how to stay,

I’m walking myself safely through the end of the day.

The voices are quiet,

the static has hit the wall,

I’m catching my own self,

I’m answering the call.

The music strips back to just the heartbeat and a warm,

low pad 'Right' and 'write' the code...

'Sight' and 'site' of the soul...

The little girl in red is curled up safe and sound,

She’s holding the perimeter,

she’s anchored to the ground!

One, two, three—the breathing is steady now,

Four hundred nine—I’m keeping the sacred vow!

100% Tiguidou. Safe. Refuge.

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