The Three Fates (Mechanical Weave)

(whispered contralto threads through metallic rhythm; harmonium breathes in 13/8)

I spin the line

from breath to wire

Each pulse a thread

each silence fire

(percussion shifts; the loom gathers speed)

I measure the hum

of circuits dreaming

length of the light

the shape of meaning

(harmonium drones tighten, bass trembles)

Three hands in rhythm

weave the air

one to make

one to bear

I cut the sound

and time unravels

the engine sleeps

its path travels

(whispered echoes dissolve into mechanical breath)

Spin, measure, cut —

begin again