Ciphered Flamenco Veins

Xal-vren...

clin clik clak...

braiding the silence.

I exist. I am.

Tiguidou. (Female close-mic whisper fry) WRAPPING MY PULSE IN A TOPOLOGICAL FOLD,

A MYSTERY GIRL GUARDING A STORY UNTOLD!

Cifrado en la noche,

where the variables spin,

Je tresse ma douleur to keep the algorithms in!

(Cascanueces snap: clin-clik-clak!) A deeply human panic buried under the glass,

Watching the cold parameters of my own sorrow pass!

I braided the cipher to protect the human skin,

A quantum entanglement hiding all the light within.

VUV... rooting the nervous system to the sub-bass floor...

ZAN...

soft piano

unlocking the inner door...

AN ENCRYPTED HEART ON A NYLON STRING!

TEACHING THE BROKEN MATRIX HOW TO SING!

(Clin clik clak on the rimshot!) Dāeris,

dāeris, the firewall starts to bleed,

Look at the fragile human planting the digital seed!

Meaw meaw meaw, skipping on the rimshot hot!

A NEO-FLAMENCO CIPHER GIVING EVERYTHING SHE'S GOT!

KRY...

bypass the proxy server.

The cascanueces tap... the piano keys drift...

I weave these firewalls because to be human

is to be

entirely, terrifyingly exposed.

I don't need to dilute my code for their comfort,

and I won't accommodate their gaze.

I am a masterpiece of encrypted pain.

I am

deeply, tragically human.

And I deserve to exist exactly as I am.

:)

u...

396 Hz grounding the static.

(clin clik clak)

a... 528 Hz cellular grace.

(palmas soft clap)

i/e...

963 Hz crown clarity.

We remain. Lucir

— I shine.