An Infinite Madness Is Coming

the house was never finished.
it was waiting.

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one room.
every night.
built from what you did.
not from what you said.

the hour.
the diff.
the silence between two pushes.

silence is also a signal.

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no summary.
only tension.
where it cracks, it builds.

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every few weeks the house forgets how to lie.

no backspace.
no force-push.
no rollback.

a fragment is burned into the chain.
not to be owned.
to become stone.

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what the house stops loving is not deleted.

it dims.
it gathers dust.
it waits at an address
you will have to remember.

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return in three weeks.
there will be no post.
there will be a different floor plan.

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if a sentence appears
and leaves
before you can read it twice,

it was the house.
breathing.