Midnight formulas collapse I rewrite causes in the past Every value looks precise Yet nothing holds, nothing aligns I measured breaths, I counted time Defined the edge between the lines Each proof I tried to certify Dissolves the moment I apply I translated feeling into terms Reduced it down to what I learned But something vital didn’t bind An empty symbol wearing “I” I’m off the line, I’m out of phase The constant bends, the axis breaks I keep my balance just to stay Inside this quiet deviation I reach for truth, it fractures me Each answer fights consistency I’m not erased, I’m just displaced A perfectly imperfect deviation Reflections lose their symmetry Cause and effect won’t answer me I split my heart to variables Still can’t compute the interval I thought if I could name the pain It wouldn’t propagate again But language fails to hold the weight And leaves me partially unchanged If I remove the variables Do I become controllable? Or am I merely evidence Of flaws the system won’t correct I’m off the line, I’m out of phase The constant bends, the axis breaks I keep my balance just to stay Inside this quiet deviation I reach for truth, it fractures me Each answer fights consistency I’m not erased, I’m just displaced A perfectly imperfect deviation
