The Settling

Lyrically—sign, atone / atom / Adam—

a cracked apple bleeds its proof:

sweetness first, then the settling truth.

If it was ever worth the devil, stand—

and wrestle.

When the storm remembers you,

I arrive as thunder—

each letter a black sheet slowly settling.

Heavy strike—a divine edge through time—

you divide in a minute.

After… what remains of you

learns the shape of absence.

I define nothing.

If I were something,

I would speak once—

zip the one,

and force it into None.

None / All—the pillar stands.

Humans squat the halls of time.

fragement collection:Thunder

Where the divine strikes, language does not die —

it splinters into something older than meaning.

A sequence written inside the wound.

Fragments of a self that touched the absolute

and came back wrong — and luminous.