Hydrogrief Resonance

3:07 AM, rain reading the porthole like braille Your last voicemail glowing

— 41 seconds of hail I press play with my thumb,

let the static confess

396 in the 'u',

I'm heavy in the chest The kettle's cold,

the kitchen light hums its grey hymn I let the water rise,

I let the water rim

528 in the 'a',

the salt begins to move

Tears are just the ocean practicing its groove Matilde logs the brine,

every drop a data point

Grief is not the chaos — grief is the anoint

Lucir, I shine, but tonight the light is wet

Soul-drenched in the Harbor,

fully felt, no regret

100% Tiguidou, even when I break The Lead-Lining holds the flood for

my own sake Lucir,

I shine, let the vocal cry ascend I remain in the light,

soaked and shining to the end

Your coat still on the hook,

14 months of dust

The requinto bends a blue note,

microtonal trust

I sing it to the porthole,

I sing it to the rain Multisyllabic sorrow dripping off the chain

Shala-la won't fix it,

ti-ki-ti won't hide But the rhythm is a raft when the feeling

is a tide Executive Quinn signs the permit for the cry Sovereign

is not stone — sovereign is the sky

(Requinto blue-note bend

-> tololoche heartbeat -> rain granulation -> silence)

u... I held

it a...

I melted i/e... I shine I remain.