There was a hinge in the sky…

No one saw it swing.

I used to trust the orbit’s tether

Numbers carved in stone and feather

But the hypotenuse slipped its seam

Now the right angles don’t mean a thing

The protractor’s rusted shut

Every proof contains a cut

I add the sum of who I was

And get a remainder — no, a because

I am the fracture in the algorithm

The ghost note in the system’s chasm

Tell me the variable — I’ll watch it burn

Certainty was a curve I forgot to return

Yesterday’s axiom begged for a noose

Today’s truth tastes of strange fruit juice

They sold me a compass that spins toward doubt

North is a mood I can’t map my way out

I am the fracture in the algorithm

The ghost note in the system’s chasm

Tell me the variable — I’ll watch it burn

Certainty was a curve I forgot to return

What if time signatures are just scars…

…and key centers are lies we tell the dark?

So I’ll waltz in seventeen-eight

With a grin that’s two bars too late

The clock that counts backwards just laughed and said —

“You finally arrived… but you never left.”