Lyric

I laid one shape on the table of thought

Clean edges calm and complete

Hands of reason circled slow

Swearing nothing was missing

Then the mirror learned how to cut

Not with knives but with rules

Every line I trusted before

Turned slippery and cruel

I followed the logic step by step

Each step was legal and cold

Till the floor beneath arithmetic

Split stories it never told

One body breathing becomes many

No blood no scar no sound

I swear I never stole a fragment

Yet more of me is found

Count me once then count me twice

Infinity keeps the keys

Five shadows stand up smiling

From what used to be me

You ask where the extra came from

I point at the gap in your sight

Measure fails at the edge of belief

When forever fits inside finite

No weight is added no mass appears

Still the room feels wide

Truth obeys a different law

When intuition dies

Don’t ask the pieces to make sense

They were never meant to

They dance on a choice you can’t see

Free and untethered too

One body breathing becomes many

No theft no residue

I never learned to multiply

Until I broke into view

Say impossible say absurd

Say reason’s defeat

Still five shadows stand up smiling

And they all claim to be me

If meaning cracks when rules survive

Which one do you blame

The tool the eye or the promise

That numbers behave the same

Maybe truth is not about size

Or hands that try to hold

Maybe some doors only open

When common sense lets go

I gather myself I’m larger now

Without being more

The answer grows from nothing

On an unforbidden floor