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The moon is a callus, silver and cold, A story the marrow has already told. Before the first sparrow, before the first light, I mastered the Braille of the deepening night. There is a quiet, a seismic design, In tracing the break of a long-hidden line. While the world was in slumber, wrapped in its lace, I was learning the maps on the underside of grace. The ink is a witness, the pulse is a pen, Writing the "where" and the "how" and the "when." No sunrise could startle, no shadow could cheat, One who has walked through the fire on bare feet. For the wound is a window, the ache is a door, I am not what I lost, but the salt of the core. I don’t fear the day or the heat of the sun..... I learned how to bleed before light had begun. Michael Powers "STYXX ON FIRE "
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Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 6:06 AM UTC
Learned To Bleed Before Dawn.......
The moon is a callus, silver and cold, A story the marrow has already told. Before the first sparrow, before the first light, I mastered the Braille of the deepening night. There is a quiet, a seismic design, In tracing the break of a long-hidden line. While the world was in slumber, wrapped in its lace, I was learning the maps on the underside of grace. The ink is a witness, the pulse is a pen, Writing the "where" and the "how" and the "when." No sunrise could startle, no shadow could cheat, One who has walked through the fire on bare feet. For the wound is a window, the ache is a door, I am not what I lost, but the salt of the core. I don’t fear the day or the heat of the sun..... I learned how to bleed before light had begun. Michael Powers "STYXX ON FIRE "
https://suno.com/s/Wslr7yatOgtXluG1 Please have a listen on Suno
#bleed#dawn
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Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 6:06 AM UTC
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