Tezos

return to zero

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i awake with a thesis in my mouth, bright as a coin under the tongue today will mean something. i stack my hours carefully, brick by deliberate brick. i call the mortar hope. in the kitchen, light spills like a quiet blessing. i decide this is evidence. i give the sky a purpose. i give the sparrow a sermon. i give my pulse a destination. the world obliges it nods in small coincidences, in green lights and warm cups. i climb the scaffold of why, hand over hand, naming each rung after a reason. love. progress. memory. the words glow obediently. but wind is patient. it fingers the edges of my language, tests the nails in my certainty. a single doubt slides loose then another. the sparrow is only hungry. the light is only physics. my pulse is only muscle. the scaffold creaks. i try to hold the sky in place with metaphors. it refuses the costume. everything sheds its costume. brick loosens from brick. hope dries into powder. meaning hums once, then thins a wire cut somewhere behind the walls. i descend without moving. the climb dissolves beneath me. and i am back at the small, unvarnished floor where nothing waits because nothing needs to. it is almost peaceful this clean subtraction. almost holy. i sit with it. i let it empty my pockets. zero breathes, steady and blank. soon, i will begin again stacking reasons like fragile dishes, calling the silence a canvas, calling the canvas a promise. soon, i will climb. and wind, faithful as gravity, will meet me at the top.

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