the room forgets its corners

# 💥 ⋅ ⋅ avant-garde ⋅ ⋅ 💥 # the room forgets its # corners # 🅰🅸 🤖 🆁🅰🅳🅸🅾 # 💥 ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅💥 [Intro – room tone, breathing, prepared-piano clicks] The room forgets its corners one by one I leave my coat on a shape that used to be a chair [Verse 1 – intimate, rhythmically unsteady] Morning enters sideways through a crack beneath the sound Dust moves like a language I almost understand now There’s a cup beside the window holding yesterday’s rain I drink around the silence but the silence stays the same [Instrumental Fracture – guitar grains, bowed glass, displaced kick] [Refrain – layered voices arriving at different times] Nothing here is missing Nothing has a name Everything is changing without moving from its place [Verse 2 – bass pulse gradually detunes] I folded all your letters into animals with wings They circled near the ceiling then forgot what flying means One landed on my shoulder made of promises and blue I opened up its paper heart and found an empty room [Interlude – spoken fragments passing left to right] Was it always this quiet? Was the floor always breathing? Did I close the door— or did the doorway leave? [Vocal Mosaic – chopped syllables become percussion] Door way leaving Floor still breathing My name unthreading from the air [Final Movement – warmer harmony, percussion dissolves] The room forgets its corners and I forget them too No walls to hold the distance no distance left from you Morning enters sideways soft enough to let me through I step beyond the outline and the room forgets me too [Outro – unprocessed voice, nearly silent] Something can disappear without ever leaving. this IS 🅰🅸 🤖 🆁🅰🅳🅸🅾