Tag: descent arc
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Sine Qua Non
In the quiet machinery of a hospital room, breath becomes the only measure that matters. Monitors, pressure, oxygen, and a single circle of light hold the body in place while language begins to break apart. A poem about collapse, necessity, and the thin line between care and oblivion.
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Basement Level Two
I walk through hard light and fractured shadows. My footsteps echo before the drone absorbs them.
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The Last Bus
A late-night scene near a bus stop changes when a person walks through a pool of light and stops in shadow. The insects fall silent, the breeze stills, and the speaker waits as the moment deepens. A poem about night, attention, and the subtle shift from calm to unease.