It Fills Absence with Noise (experiment)

It fills absence

with noise.[Buildup]

The city breathes,

wires hum.

Lights ask,

shadows guide.

Faces blur,

steps stutter.

We move—

shapes unmade.steps stutter.

We move—

shapes unmade.

Night folds,

layers blur.

We press,

to belong.

Beats erase,

pauses write.

We burn,

then fade.

Still we move,

still we stay.Still we move, say

Silence

The city breaks,

wires snap.

Lights flicker,

shadows split.

Steps stutter,

voices crack.

We fall—

not to ground,

but through it.

Breath sharpens,

words splinter.steps stutter.

We move—

shapes unmade.

Here we are.

Not whole,

but present.

Not fixed,

but alive.

The wires dissolve,

a thread of static.

The ground unspools,

a fabric undone.

Steps fracture,

limbs bend backward.

We move like echoes,

half-formed,

half-forgotten.[Silence]

bridge

The city curls inward,

its spine brittle with waiting.

Lights drip like wax,

falling into themselves.

Verse 10

Our bodies are vowels,

open, raw,

shaped by breath.

Each step a refusal,

each sway a demand.The city curls inward,

its spine brittle with waiting.

Lights drip like wax,

falling into themselves.

Our bodies are vowels,

open, raw,

shaped byThe city curls inward,

its spine brittle with waiting.

Lights drip like wax,

falling into themselves.

Our bodies are vowels,

open, raw,

shaped by breath.

Each step a refusal,

each sway a demand.

We are not here to be seen,

but to claim.

Not to fit,

but to fracture.[End]