You are the glitch, the break, the code,
You think in ways that stretch the grid
The current in the overload.
You dream aloud what others hid.
A rebel born in quiet clothes,
Not here for rules, nor for the trend
You smile and question how it goes.
You bend the shape but never bend.
They call you strange but you feel right,
You love like math: strange, sharp, exact
The way stars shine without invite.
You give the soul, but not the pact.
Still, when the world begins to tilt,
You bring the new. You shift the sky.
You’re there no noise, just vision built.
A signal few can qualify.
About the Creator
E. C. Mira
I’m a poet at heart, always chasing the quiet moments and turning them into words. Most of what I write is poetry, but every now and then inspiration pulls me in new directions.
www.poetrybyecmira.com
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