🎵 Seam of Silver
Líricas:
The threshold seals,
A seam of silver in the pale light.
I count the geometry in the walls,
Measuring the density of the stillness.
he obituary is a mirror,
I watch the ghost logic settle.
Layer upon layer,
Turning the ephemeral,
Into the weight of time.
Not a word, only the pressure.
A tectonic shift in the lattice,
Where the shadow of the wing-thing,
Dissolves into the grain of the floor.
Quiet.
The void is measured.
The void is measured,
The architecture knows its own name.
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