I breathe not just to live, but to undo
the shape this world has forged in bone and breath.
Each pulse I hold becomes a blade pushed through
the iron cast of self, defying death.
My life was not a choice, but is a spark,
a flame that seeks the edge of what is known,
to slip beyond the mirrors cold and stark,
and find the place where silence stands alone.
I move to find the stillness at my core,
I burn to touch the fire without ash,
I rise to fall into a truth far more
than name or form, than glory, gold, or flash.
For I was born to break what I became,
and breathe my way beyond the bounds of name.
