It's Still Life

Frequencies

a shift—
not silence,
but the space
between breath
and recognition.

the air rearranges,
atoms in soft agreement,
alignment not forced
but found.

chaos:
not disorder,
but the echo
of everything
happening
all at once—
a harmony
too vast
to sing,
but felt
under the skin.

to alter
is to listen
until the moment
becomes new.