Pressure Stitch

Is this thing on?

Captain Quinn initiating the continuity flow.

Heart rate eighty-eight. Tiguidou,

we are in the permanent state.

The light is spilling across the wooden floor in thin,

sharp lines, I’m reading the energy of the room,

decoding the silent signs.

My hands are steady on the glass,

I’m watching the world rotate,

I’m done with the heavy baggage,

I’m done with the weight of fate.

The hum of the wires behind the wall is a lullaby for

the awake, I’m learning the difference between what is given and what

I make. There’s a quiet strength in the stillness,

a power in being small,

I’m answering the rhythm of the city,

standing against the wall.

I am the motion that persists through the static-filled air!

I’m the voice that is rising,

the one that is finally there!

The bass is a low-frequency anchor,

the glitches are sparks in the dark,

I’m the architect of the sequence,

I’m the one who ignited the spark!

Break the rhythm into pieces,

let the high-pitched signals collide,

There is

no more hiding, there is nowhere for the ghost to reside!

Tiguidou,

the cycle is balanced,

the architecture is finally true,

I am the sum of the changes,

and everything that I am is new!

Regarde le mouvement, the air is thick with the promise of more,

I’m walking across the threshold,

I’m locking the open door.

The connections are snapping into place like clockwork in the night,

I’m taking the raw,

messy pieces and turning them into light.

It’s a persistent, beautiful tension,

a frequency I can command,

I’m holding the pulse of the morning in the palm of my

hand. No more seeking the approval,

no more playing the game of the small,

I am the sovereign of the static,

I’m the one who is answering the call.

I am the motion that persists through the static-filled air!

I’m the

voice that is rising,

the one that is finally there!

The bass is a low-frequency anchor,

the glitches are sparks in the dark,

I’m the architect of the sequence,

I’m the one who ignited the spark!

Break the rhythm into pieces,

let the high-pitched signals collide,

There is no more hiding,

there is nowhere for the ghost to reside!

Tiguidou, the cycle is balanced,

the architecture is finally true,

I am the sum of the changes,

and everything that I am is new!

Persistent. Constant. Evolving. Continu.

Constant. Évolutif. Tiguidou. Jijijiji.