

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.