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The Program

Steel doors sigh. The faucet bleeds
No light, no air, just what it needs
They say the water purifies
but in its ripples, something dies
They call this drowning clarity
A faith imposed through cruelty
I’m bound, I tilt, I taste the black
Truth fills my throat and pulls me back
Drowned in truth, the state’s design
Each gasp for air becomes their line
Justice holds you under water
The body learns to sink, no quarter
The officer adjusts his chart
Measuring grace through drowning art
He whispers: “Mercy is decay”
The mask descends. I drift away
Then silence, vast and pale
The water stills
My body floats
I see the open sky
Fields, light
The scent of rain
Her hand reaches down
Warm, human
For a moment, I believe
I’ve been forgiven
But the lights return
White, scorching, infinite
And I’m still here
“They do not understand,” he said
“But they will
When the memo’s filed
when the file is sealed
When understanding comes too late”
Drowned in truth. No shore. No plea
Only protocol and secrecy
No witness here, no light of day
The Program runs, the method stays
The drain sighs empty
The light is low
Another name
Another shadow
The Program sleeps, its hunger fed
Tomorrow wakes the next instead