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Written by Jesse Rómlárson

Three sparks lit the dark
Not a bang, but a breath
A line, a shape, a charge
Folding time into form

Six moved between the echoes
A dance, a wave, a field
Pull and pulse, pull and pulse
Matter born from motion

Three becomes six
Six seeks nine
The code repeats
But no one sees

We counted stars but missed the pattern
Measured light, forgot the source
Drew circles with blind hands
The center was never empty

Three becomes six
Six seeks nine
The code repeats
But no one sees

Nine is not a number
It is return
It is the flame
Inside the form

Three becomes six
Six seeks nine
The code repeats
But no one sees

No one sees

Three becomes six
Six seeks nine
The code repeats
But no one sees…