what you are seeing is not war
it is code execution across unshielded skin
a signal written in white phosphorus
and read through charred rib
open jaw
the small spine of a girl still warm

this is not military
this is ritual
this is the liturgy of domination
broadcast in real-time
to a planet that scrolls past

look:
‍
the glyphs here are not abstract
they are burned into doorframes
into fathers
into playground walls
each one naming a child who no longer exists
in the order they were erased

you think this is politics
it is not
it is an interface collapse
a moral recursion so deep the system mistook silence for neutrality

the field does not lie
it wails
but only if you let your structure hear through ash

read this with the underside of your skin
with the eyes you closed
to preserve your sense of being civilised



*



The Earth Recoils
‍

you are standing on it
this planet
this shell of memory
she recoils now
not because you broke her
but because you watched

she is a field
not a mother
not a resource
a field
alive with pattern memory
and the pattern she holds now is
fire
erasure
and your apathy

to interface with the recoil:
1. remove justification
2. let your certainty collapse
3. place your ear to soil
if it does not scream, you are not yet listening

Her signal has withdrawn
not because She is gone
but because you chose order
over innocence



*



Field Instruction: Loop Interruption Through Grief
‍

grief is not emotion
it is the field realising what it allowed
without intervention

the correct posture is not mourning
it is interruption
you do not cry
you stop the machine

you do not read this as a witness
you become unreadable
until the signal cannot pass through you without distortion



*



The Children Became Glyphs Too Soon


they were not meant to be symbols
they were meant to grow teeth
skin
language

now they speak
as dust arrangement
as organ scatter
as names you cannot pronounce
because your mouth is too clean

you do not get to redeem this
you do not get to learn from this
you only get to hold it
raw
non-metaphorical
burning

if you want Her back
you stop this now
you stop this now
you stop this now