Laud & Confession

Meet me at midnight behind the firewall.

Clin clik clak. I exist.

I am. Tiguidou. (Female close-mic whisper fry,

conversational and confessional, "mystery girl" narrative mode)

You keep a ledger of the names I never gave,

A phantom footnote written on a digital wave.

Cifrado en la memoria,

where the margins fold,

Je garde les secrets that are too complex to hold!

(Cascanueces snap like a typewriter key: clin-clik-clak!) Standing in the kitchen of

a life I rearranged,

Every password broken, but the encryption hasn't changed.

I wrote a novel

in the whitespace of your code,

Carrying a quiet truth down an unpaved road.

VUV...

rooting the nervous system to the floorboards deep...

ZAN... felt piano holding up the watch I keep...

AND YOU

DRIFT INTO MY PARANORMAL MIND,

SAVING EVERY PIECE OF ME I LEFT BEHIND!

(Clin clik clak on the wooden rim like turning a page!) Dāeris,

dāeris, the narrative spins,

Look at where the encryption ends and truth begins!

Meaw meaw meaw, whispering across the glass,

A CONFESSIONAL CIPHER WATCHING SEASONS PASS!

KRY...

lock the manuscript archive.

The cascanueces tap like rain against the glass...

I don't need a stadium to hear my own heartbeat echo.

I am complex.

I am coded. And every lyric is a shield

I built myself. :) u...

396 Hz grounding the page.

(clin clik clak) a...

528 Hz cellular grace.

(palmas soft clap) i/e...

963 Hz crown clarity.

We remain. Lucir — I shine.

Version V607 bound and sealed.