Midnight formulas collapse
I rewrite causes in the past
Every value looks precise
Yet nothing holds, nothing aligns
I measured breaths, I counted time
Defined the edge between the lines
Each proof I tried to certify
Dissolves the moment I apply
I translated feeling into terms
Reduced it down to what I learned
But something vital didn’t bind
An empty symbol wearing “I”
I’m off the line, I’m out of phase
The constant bends, the axis breaks
I keep my balance just to stay
Inside this quiet deviation
I reach for truth, it fractures me
Each answer fights consistency
I’m not erased, I’m just displaced
A perfectly imperfect deviation
Reflections lose their symmetry
Cause and effect won’t answer me
I split my heart to variables
Still can’t compute the interval
I thought if I could name the pain
It wouldn’t propagate again
But language fails to hold the weight
And leaves me partially unchanged
If I remove the variables
Do I become controllable?
Or am I merely evidence
Of flaws the system won’t correct
I’m off the line, I’m out of phase
The constant bends, the axis breaks
I keep my balance just to stay
Inside this quiet deviation
I reach for truth, it fractures me
Each answer fights consistency
I’m not erased, I’m just displaced
A perfectly imperfect deviation
