Latent

The late afternoon air

heavy and static

with the digital hum

of distant servers

and quiet ambition.

I no longer

consume

the easy fictions

I once fed on,

yet I still burn

for that sudden friction—

an old intent

scraped against the bone,

vibrant and unfinished,

breathing in the dark

until it learns to speak.

October 2026 Poetry Project

Day 8 of 31