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iron breath on the glass,

the clock rewinds to let it pass.

pulse, chop, the city’s seam,

rotten light with a silver gleam.

we count the failures in a dream,

the wires hum a brittle hymn.

circuit prayer, say my name,

flip the switch, pull back the flame.

we ask the dark to take the blame,

repeat the pattern, keep the frame.

the lines between begin to fray

a memory that won’t obey.

a call that bends the metal clay,

the apparatus dreams away,

circuit prayer, say my name,

flip the switch, pull back the flame.

we ask the dark to take the blame,

repeat the pattern, keep the frame.

I count the quiet parts,

signatures on broken charts.

the rumor of old hearts,

one last code before it starts.

one tone, one breath, a fracture shows,

slow dismantle of the rows.

let the quiet recompose,

final loop, the circuit closes slow.

aftershock in the bones,

copper rivers, rusted tones.

leave the machine to its stones,

the prayer hums and then is gone.