Daedalus: The Engine Dreams of Flight (Reconstructed)

(rhythmic harmonium pulses, metallic percussion calibrates in 13/8, voice enters as vibration)

In the corridors of motion

I draw the breath of steel

The line becomes an echo

the echo turns the wheel

(percussion and bass interlock, harmonium drones expand in widening arcs)

The structure hums its secret name

a symmetry unbound

Between the gears, the silence builds

and lifts without a sound

(harmonic tension rises; percussion fragments stutter into flight)

Blueprints fold into horizon light

the air begins to bend

I trace the dream that built itself

and fly where measures end

(percussion spirals in 13/8; bass and harmonium breathe in tandem)

Through radiant geometry

I lose the thought of ground

Each rhythm winged, each angle true

and nothing pulls me down

(rhythm and harmonium merge, slow fade into metallic resonance)

The engine dreams in quiet arcs

and never lands again