For the hum
under everything.
Put your ear to the floor. It has been trying to tell you this whole time.
It is crowded with all the things we were too bright to notice: the patient pulse under stone, the soft animal inside the machine, the old moon turning its blind face toward us.
Come closer. Not to conquer it. To be witnessed by it.
I wanted to build
somewhere the night
would love you back.
Not a temple. Not a warning. Just a room with no ceiling, where every lost thing can become luminous for a moment.
There is no map for this place.
There is only the next honest step.
Keep going.
A field guide for the moment when the familiar world loosens its grip.
Put your ear to the floor. It has been trying to tell you this whole time.
You are not the story that kept you safe. You are the hand opening its cage.
Leave the darkness changed. Take its impossible warmth with you.
The chamber was never beneath the earth. It was the quiet place you carried through every bright day.