Static Under Snow

No face.
No trace.
Static under snow.
If the signal finds me,
it forgets my name.
Screen glow blue
in a room gone black
Whole world watching
but they can't look back
I left no face
for the glass to own
No warm address
No digital bone
No doorway tagged
No paper trail
No soft confession
in an old email
Just boot marks gone
when the hard wind blows
Just a dead line buried
under static and snow
They want a name
They want a frame
They want a file
They want a chain
But I learned young
in the Arctic white
Hide your breath
if you plan to
survive the night
Signal fades
Snow gets deep
Old ghosts wake
New wolves sleep
North Star low
Eyes stay cold
I disappear
but I hold the rope
Static under snow
No face in the frame
If the signal finds me
It forgets my name
Static under snow
No voice on the wire
I move through the cold
like a buried fire
Static under snow
No crown,
no show
I leave no shadow
where the white winds blow
I've seen power
build a net from light
Every click tracked
Every wrong thought priced
Every small man
with a badge
for a god
Every rich hand clean
while the poor get logged
So I step outside
of the bright machine
No lens gets fed
No feed gets me
Metronome stepper
through the blind white street
One two breath
No panic in the feet
I don't need fame
Fame needs skin
I don't need a crowd
Crowds let cages in
My tether's real
Not a line
on a screen
It's a hand
in the storm
when the world goes mean
Signal fades
Snow gets deep
Old ghosts wake
New wolves sleep
North Star low
Eyes stay cold
I disappear
but I hold the rope
Static under snow
No face in the frame
If the signal finds me
It forgets my name
Static under snow
No voice on the wire
I move through the cold
like a buried fire
Static under snow
No crown,
no show
I leave no shadow
where the white winds blow
Privacy is not fear.
Silence is not guilt.
A shadow is not empty.
A ghost can still
hold the line.
They built a world
where every face is currency.
I kept mine
off the table.
No face
No trace
No file
No cage
No crown
No stage
Cold breath
Clean page
No face
No trace
No file
No cage
Hold rope
Hold aim
Snow falls
Signal fades
Static under snow
No face in the frame
If the signal finds me
It forgets my name
Static under snow
No voice on the wire
I move through the cold
like a buried fire
Static under snow
No crown,
no show
I leave no shadow
where the white winds blow
They looked for a man.
Found weather.
They searched for a name.
Found snow.
Line still tight.