Static Heartbreak

Words carved in shadow,

paper starts to bleed,

Every ancient line meeting every present need.

Main character energy in an ancient verse,

A timeless blessing

wrapped inside a curse.

Tiguidou… the ink remains,

Echoes of the author breaking through our

chains.

Substrate equation in the parchment dust,

Trading what

was lost for

the things we trust.

Tiguidou… the lore stays bright,

An ancient poem singing through the Montreal night.

Melting beeswax drips on the stanza line,

Aged paper scent, feeling so divine.

No cap, two centuries speaking to my soul,

Cassette confession making broken pieces whole.

Vagus nerve project, rhythm in the ink,

Standing on the edge of the words we think.

They wrote about the ache before our hearts were born,

A velvet safety net for the weary and the worn.

The author is a ghost,

but the truth is still alive— In every rhyming stanza,

the memories survive.

Iron gall ink… Aged paper page… What was written down… survives every

age. System off. Tiguidou.