We arrive
without choosing.
No permission.
Just breath
in a world already moving.
Streets remember us.
Wires hum our names
before we speak.
Everything echoes.
Everything echoes.
Every drift shakes the air.
Every knot holds tension.
Every fracture bends the light
so broken things still shine.
Still we move.
Still we step.
Still we leave echoes.
Everything echoes.
Everything stays.
Everything echoes.
Everything ends.
Everything leaves sound.
And that sound
is us.