My bones have memorized the blueprint of the bars The silent architecture of inherited scars I've worn the skin my fears designed A tailored cage, a sleeping mind But in the marrow, something hums A low vibration it becomes The anthem of the unbegun A prayer to the second Sun So let the tethers turn to thread The sermon of the should go dead I feel the old foundations crack Not breaking out, but breaking back I will not ask for wings I'll grow them from the ache This is not escaping things It's the ground I choose to shake I am unbinding, not undoing The quiet, fearsome art of becoming Call it holy, call it treason My liberation is the reason Every chain was ever made To witness how it can't be stayed The ghosts of who I might have been Are dancing in my bloodstream now They etch their names beneath my skin They take a sacred, silent vow To trade these prison-yard regrets For sky between the parapets My body is not just a shrine To limits it's a fault line I'll kiss the locks and watch them rust Turn never into sacred dust The map they drew across my soul Is not a border it's a scroll I will not ask for wings I'll grow them from the ache This is not escaping things It's the ground I choose to shake I am unbinding, not undoing The quiet, fearsome art of becoming Call it holy, call it treason My liberation is the reason Every chain was ever made To witness how it can't be stayed There is a wildness in the cell It sings in every wound and welt Not freedom from, but freedom through The labyrinth leads me back to true I'll melt the clock, unweave the must And from the ash, rebuild my trust Not as a statue, clean and whole But as a live, unruly coal The mind's fence, the soul's old fence I lay them down, bare and immense Not flying from, but standing in The liberation has begun The cage becomes the crucible And I, the gold, unstoppable