steel breath in uneven cycles
lights blink in broken sequence
factory dreams in static corridors
counting steps that never settle
I hear the machines thinking in angles
not straight lines, but fractured decisions
every hit lands slightly off truth
every echo bends the system
hold the rhythm in an unstable frame
don’t let it fall into symmetry
I move inside a shifting code
where nothing repeats the same
I walk through the overload
in a 13-count heartbeat storm
metal skies keep folding in
but I stay in motion form
no gravity in the signal line
only pressure made of sound
I dissolve into the pattern
that refuses to slow down
wires whisper in broken timing
machines breathe in asymmetry
I translate their violent language
into something I can sing
one-two-three-four-five-six-seven
eight-nine-ten-eleven-twelve-thirteen
nothing lands where it should land
everything resists the meaning
signal fades but keeps its shape
still counting when it breaks