TRANSMISSION 0003
Scorpia
Most people reach for depth like tourists
You breathe there
Black water
holding moonlight
like a blade holds fingerprints
That’s you
Meanwhile
I’ve spent years
overclocked
Nervous system glowing red
halfway through collapse
calling it passion
Then your silence
Whole rooms changing temperature
without moving
Most people reach for depth
like tourists
You breathe there
Scorpia
The name alone sounds
venom fed through velvet
Every conversation with you
rewires the tide
Salt in the wiring
Sleep unthreading
Old wounds sitting upright
like somebody reopened the cathedral
And God
the composure
Meanwhile
I’ve lived like weather damage
Flooded circuits
Fast exits
Mouth full of sparks
You stay oceanic
inside intensity
I become intensity
That collision feels ancient
Cancer calling Scorpio
Water recognizing
its deeper form
Now I carry you around
like contraband heat
Quietly
Dangerously
Like a man crossing drought country
with a lit match