(rhythmic harmonium pulses, metallic percussion calibrates in 13/8, voice enters low within the pulse)
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