Singular

tick in the pulse tick in the pulse singular screen glow cutting through the dust in the air headphones clamped tight I don t feel the chair the kettle just screamed but I let it scream half a bowl of something cold dissolving half a dream my hands find the keys find the tempo find the shape the chaos in my chest begins to execute its great escape breath slows down thoughts unspool static fades finally singular I m not thinking I m just riding the current now every answer falls before I ask the question how the noise outside becomes a language I don t speak I am the peak I am the peak lost in the logic but I m finally free everything clicking inside of me nothing is missing no fracture no fray singular state I could drown here all day a spilled coffee ring dried up on the note your last message sits unread in my throat I almost chased it down the spiral of what went wrong but then the kick drum kicked and pulled me back where I belong the metronome of my spine realigning the beat I used to call this running now I call it a retreat breath slows down thoughts unspool static fades finally singular I m not thinking I m just riding the current now every answer falls before I ask the question how the noise outside becomes a language I don t speak I am the peak I am the peak lost in the logic but I m finally free everything clicking inside of me nothing is missing no fracture no fray singular state I could drown here all day synaptic highways open wide no traffic in my mind every dead end thought I fought just got left behind the future isn t screaming and the past forgot my name I m suspended in the sequence of a beautifully designed frame no friction in the circuit no lag in the display every millisecond measured and it bends to what I say the silence is a canvas and my focus is the blade carving out a world where hesitation can t invade I used to grip the wheel so tight my knuckles turned to bone now I let the current carry and I m never on my own the signal is immaculate the feedback loop is clean I am something like a sanctuary inside a machine not escaping not erasing not transcending not pretending just a permanent attention with no reason for an ending I am here I am here I am here I am here breath slows down thoughts unspool static fades finally singular I m not thinking I m just riding the current now every answer falls before I ask the question how the noise outside becomes a language I don t speak I am the peak I am the peak lost in the logic but I m finally free everything clicking inside of me nothing is missing no fracture no fray singular state I could drown here all day tick in the pulse tick in the pulse singular