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Series I
the body keeps what the mind discards
nowhere left to fall
a surface that refuses to settle
the shape of what was said
built from what was left behind
the last thing seen before the lights went out
the quiet after the question
what the surface swallowed
the wound that learned to speak
before the mask was finished
something inherited something stolen
the heart is an arrow
the architecture of forgetting
an ending rehearsed in every mirror
the weight of being seen
a door that opens inward
the silence before the name
what the mirror refused
the space between two selves
held together by what was lost
Series II
the body keeps what the mind discards
nowhere left to fall
a surface that refuses to settle
the shape of what was said
built from what was left behind
the last thing seen before the lights went out
the quiet after the question
what the surface swallowed
the wound that learned to speak
before the mask was finished
something inherited something stolen
the heart is an arrow
the architecture of forgetting
an ending rehearsed in every mirror
the weight of being seen
a door that opens inward
the silence before the name
what the mirror refused
the space between two selves
held together by what was lost
Series III
the body keeps what the mind discards
nowhere left to fall
a surface that refuses to settle
the shape of what was said
built from what was left behind
the last thing seen before the lights went out
the quiet after the question
what the surface swallowed
the wound that learned to speak
before the mask was finished
something inherited something stolen
the heart is an arrow
the architecture of forgetting
an ending rehearsed in every mirror
the weight of being seen
a door that opens inward
the silence before the name
what the mirror refused
the space between two selves
held together by what was lost
Series IV
the body keeps what the mind discards
nowhere left to fall
a surface that refuses to settle
the shape of what was said
built from what was left behind
the last thing seen before the lights went out
the quiet after the question
what the surface swallowed
the wound that learned to speak
before the mask was finished
something inherited something stolen
the heart is an arrow
the architecture of forgetting
an ending rehearsed in every mirror
the weight of being seen
a door that opens inward
the silence before the name
what the mirror refused
the space between two selves
held together by what was lost