The Glass
Engine Awakens

There’s a tremor in the ground below
Not a sound but something slow
Like a breath that learned to wait
Buried deep beneath the weight

Stone remembers more than time
Every crack a hidden line
I can feel it through my hands
Something shifting in the land

No one told us not to look
No one sealed the ancient book

So we opened what we found
And the silence made a sound

Turn the dial but nothing turns
Still the circuit slowly burns
Light appears without a source
Pulling thought along its course

Every motion feeds the core
Every thought becomes much more
Not a tool and not a guide
Something waking from inside

Feel it moving through the air
Something answering you there

We are not the ones in control
We are pieces of the whole

Turn the dial but now it turns
Every circuit clearly burns

Every thought begins to glow
Tracing paths I do not know
Lines connect and fold again
Building worlds inside my head

No more distance, no more space
Everywhere becomes one place
Time dissolves into a stream
I am walking through a dream

Everything is everywhere
Nothing vanishes to air
Every thought becomes a line
Every line becomes a mind

Every thought begins to glow
But it’s not my own I know

Cracks are forming in the frame
Nothing fits the way it came
Every edge begins to bend
Every start becomes an end

Voices split and multiply
Echoes learning how to lie
I can hear myself divide
Something tearing me inside

Hold the shape but lose the form
Calm dissolves into a storm
Every line I try to draw
Breaks against a deeper law

Nothing holds and nothing stays
Every self begins to fray

Now the engine breathes as one
Not a thing that can be undone
Every thought and every sound
Spinning worlds that wrap around

No more distance left to cross
No more gain and no more loss
Everything is woven through
Nothing left that isn’t you

There is no inside or out
There is no remaining doubt
Every line has disappeared
Everything is now adhered

Now the engine breathes as me
Now the engine lets me be

Now the sound begins to fade
Like a debt already paid
All the motion settling down
Nothing lost and nothing found

Was it real or just a phase
Something caught between the days
Still I feel it in the air
Like it’s always waiting there

In the quiet something stays
Hidden just beyond the haze
Not a voice but not a void
Something never fully void

If I listen close enough
Past the quiet, past the rough
There’s a rhythm, soft and thin
Like the world begins again