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Shhh…Hear that?Click-clack, code in the floorboards,Hush-hiss, ink in the air.I see it in the tide and the tall doors,Soft like a prayer… sharp like a snare.Click-clack, code in the floorboards,Hush-hiss, close your eyes—If you don’t read the fine print, it reads you back,Right under the lights.I cracked a cold rune—bone-true—in the scholar’s tongue,Hidden in hymns that the high halls hum.From mine-dust mornings to Thames-side sun,A script in the silt where the truth plays dumb.Boardroom knights with the cufflink gleam,Tap-tap talk in a banker’s den.They pour “progress” neat like a quiet dream,Then draw new borders with an old ink pen.Reed smoke… deep throat… slow float…Click-clack—code in the floor, won’t let go.Reed smoke… sleep-walk… no jokes…Hush-hiss—truth in my teeth, won’t let go.Tick-tock pens in the margin lines,Thump-thump truth under velvet speech.Maps get folded like pocket crimes,Stamped so clean but it still can reach.Not a ghost story—just doors that swing,Click of access, clack of “approved.”A policy poem that don’t say a thing,But moves your tomorrow by what gets moved.Click-clack, code in the floorboards…Lusaka heat like a held-back shout,Manchester rain on a tin roof drum.St. Louis neon with a redline pout,Different streets—same pull where you from.I read that pattern in a handshake pause,In “just sign here” with a sugar grin.Every promise got hidden clauses,Every “help” got a shadow in.Reed smoke… deep throat… slow float…Click-clack—code in the floor, won’t let go.Reed smoke… sleep-walk… no jokes…Hush-hiss—truth in my teeth, won’t let go.Shhh… listen…Ports go chug-chug in the midnight air,Towers blink bzzzt like they breathing prayer.If the loop go whirr and you still feel free,Check the mirror—who teaching your feet?Click-clack, code in the floorboards,Hush-hiss, ink in the air.I see it in the tide and the tall doors,Soft like a prayer… sharp like a snare.Click-clack, code in the floorboards,Hush-hiss, close your eyes—But I wrote a new line in the reed smoke now,Watch me rewrite the signs.click- clack, bang bang, boom boomNo crown. No throne.Just signal… and system.Reed smoke…Let go.