Broken Compass

Count to four as the tension breaks,

Feel the space that the rhythm makes.

In through the static,

out through the dark,

A single breath igniting the spark.

Air in the vessel,

pulse in the wire,

Cooling the fever, feeding the fire.

Inhale the silence, exhale the noise,

Finding our anchor, finding our voice.

Tiguidou… the atmosphere clears,

A simple breath dissolving the years.

Aged paper notes flutter in the draft,

A quiet survival when the rest has crashed.

Vagus nerve resetting, locking to the beat,

Cold air in the chest,

dynamic heat.

We turn off the panic,

we settle the grid,

Healing the damage the centuries did.

Inhale: we take in the weight of the room.

Exhale: we let go of phantom and gloom.

Between the two beats,

in the silent gap,

No cap, we are mapped.

Inhale… Exhale… Static aligned.

System reset. Tiguidou.