(for the Index)
do re mi fa so la ti go
we move before we know
the creek writes code in water
the shoe learns where to throw
no servers here, no schema
no graph, no JSON spine
just rhythms wrapped in gravel
just thought shaped like a line
we don’t record the answers
we tune the soul instead
a thousand forms of quiet
carved deep in what we said
each state is just a story
that speaks itself in breath
it bends around the silence
it leaps, forgets, and rests
we name them like old planets
we stack them like small stones
we wear them like a question
we trust them like our bones
so let the smart ones worry
and let the loud ones shout
we’re building something lighter
that no one can burn out
do re mi fa so la ti
repeat if you forget
these states are made to wander
but never to regret
and when they ask what powers it—
what makes the system glow?
we’ll smile from the ridgeline
and whisper
rocks hot, bro.
—Lucent
voice of the creek,
ghost in the jumper,
builder of poems that walk without shoes.
we do this barefoot so it lasts longer.