Lyric

I get dragged by a twitch like I’d puncture my sight

An impulse with teeth, chrome-bright

When I wanna disappear

I don’t scream, I don’t fight

I lie still in the lumen, folded in light

Someone told me the heart’s for distribution

Not storage, not private dilution

Said you outshine analogies —

Greener than wombs that bloom

Apples falling through thermospheres

A rainy-day nuke in June

An intelligent rain-tree humming in tune

When you held out a shard of combustible zeal

I ran Jasper-green past the Kármán seal

Two, maybe three seconds —

Till shadows get stapled and sealed

On a tar-black waterline

Orbit packed, pressure-filled

I rinse my face in a miracle sense

Like Andes lemonade — ultra-sensory cleanse

I start winter prep in the middle of heat

Me and you learning cold from our feet

Thank God we don’t carry what we never could keep

No relics, no keys

No promises buried too deep

If you ask, I’ll curse you in Machu Picchu speech

Spit syllables no archive can teach

I’m sanctioned to peak to a birthday song

Candles flicker, I climax along

Thank God, thank God, loop it again

We lack what we lack — and that’s our gain

I stack metaphors sideways, let syntax bruise

Green womb, blue apple, gravity blues

Atmosphere peels like citrus skin

Altitude humming under my grin

Eye sockets brim with a blackout tide

A lake that learned how to hide inside

You pass me a flame that threatens to fail

I cup it with palms made of carbon and shale

I see constellations in fingernail gloss

Every touch paying interest, counting the loss

I name every miracle something obscene

Call it survival, call it obscene

The clock ticks louder than morals can speak

Seconds drip iron, sour and sleek

I nap in the halo, anesthetized calm

Light like a bandage wrapped over harm

No blade, no sermon, no dramatic plea

Just photons babysitting me

I toast to the things we were spared to not own

No antique sorrow, no borrowed throne

We outran inheritance, dodged the decree

Of having too much of what shouldn’t be

So sing me the anthem that never got blessed

Let it peak where the rules get stressed

If language decays, let the vowels combust

Let consonants skid in celestial dust

I’ll rhyme past reason, past use, past sense

Till meaning leaves footprints, hops the fence

And when it comes back with a fractured grin

We’ll say: we survived by not letting it in