distortion viscosity

it broke clean
it needed to

i was right—
just enough

then i kept going

“i can”
became
“i don’t stop”

the wake widened
not loud—
just less
available

the current formed
my direction
became pressure

the tow—
you moved too
not forced
just carried

what i tore down
wasn’t all wrong

that’s the trap

truth
and motion
fused

i stopped checking
not denial—
velocity

everything spoke
everything
became fuel

guidance
felt like drag

care
felt like interference

nothing reached me
not silence—
conversion

now the field asks

is anything left—

or just
my path

where everything else
used to be