The Shape of Silence

There’s a pressure in the distance

Like a thought I didn’t think

Pulling slow against the edges

Of the person that I’ve been

Every second stretches thinner

Like it’s trying not to break

And the space between my pulses

Isn’t mine to regulate

I can feel it in the margins

Where the meaning used to live

Something vast and unrecorded

Taking more than I can give

There’s no warning, no horizon

Just a quiet rewrite

I am folding into silence

Into something I can’t name

Where the dark outlives the light

And the light forgets the flame

If there’s anything beyond this

It’s too distant to defend

I am learning how to vanish

Without ever reaching end

All the angles are dissolving

Nothing holds the way it should

Every line becomes a question

Every answer understood

There’s a rhythm underneath it

Like a code without a key

And it’s writing through my body

In a language not for me

I remember being certain

I remember having form

Now I drift between reflections

That were never fully born

There’s no center, no arriving

Only widening

I am folding into silence

Into something I can’t name

Where the dark outlives the light

And the light forgets the flame

If there’s anything beyond this

It’s too distant to defend

I am learning how to vanish

Without ever reaching end

If I disappear completely

Will the absence still remain?

Like a shadow without object

Like a memory without shape

Maybe I was always turning

Maybe this is just the arc

Of a signal losing structure

As it travels through the dark

I am folding into silence

Let it take what I became

Let it stretch me past the boundary

Of a body or a name

If there’s anything that holds me

It’s the echo, not the source

I am less than I remember

And infinitely more