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In halls where silent architects rewrite the sky
Her palms hold every fracture of the night
A whispered ledger carved in fault and bone
She drafts our sorrow in an ink of stone
You keep the ledger, mother of the tether
Counting heartbeats as the world untethers
Forgive her, she stitched our cages from light
Forgive her, mother of the borrowed night
We fall into the ledger, ancient and cold
And you lift us to a hymn we cannot hold
She tasted dawn and named it the first sin
Breathed into clay the chorus sleeping within
We wear the numbers like a second skin
Clockwork souls wound tight and set to begin
Remember me, I am the voice that came
To pull the name back out of the flame
Forgive her, she stitched our cages from light
Forgive her, mother of the borrowed night
We sleep with tidelines traced beneath our ribs
She keeps our names where the ancient ledger lives
Burn the compass, tear the map of sorrow
Let the tether snap where we borrowed tomorrow
Wake the glass has a voice
Drag the sun through the seam of our choice
In the hush of forged creation, I forgive the making
Forgive her, she stitched our cages from light
Forgive her, mother of the borrowed night
We rise and shed the ledger like an old disguise
And in her tears the world remembers to be wise
She wept the world awake