Unknown Clicks

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⸸ A RECORD SET DOWN WITHOUT AUTHOR ⸸
(Recovered from a fragmentary codex of unknown origin. Script inconsistent. Ink reacts poorly to light.)
Hearken, O Wanderer of the Later Hours—
for what is rendered here was not made,
but unsealed.
  [Note: The verb used here does not imply intent. Troubling.]
This hymn was drawn forth from the interstices of the firmament,
where stars forget their names
and angles refuse obedience.
  [Margin: Cross-reference impossible. Constellations do not remain fixed.]
It speaks not in command, nor in consolation,
but in remembrance—
of forms antecedent to breath,
and truths requiring no witness to persist.
  [Annotation: I believe this passage predates language as we know it.]
᚛ Let it be marked: those who attend its sound
may perceive the pull of tides unmoored from ocean,
and hear a summons where none was uttered. ᚜
  [Note: I heard nothing. Yet I wrote this line anyway.]
This is no phantasm, nor sleep-born fiction.
It is alignment.
  [Margin: Define “alignment.” Definition resists containment.]
The voice carried herein does not beckon—
it recognizes.
It does not hasten—
it abides.
  [Addendum: Recognition implies prior contact. I do not recall such contact.]
If the silence should seem to answer in return,
if the dark should incline itself nearer,
reckon this not as terror,
but as familiarity long deferred.
  [Marginal hand differs: Deferred from whom?]
⚠︎ No admonition is inscribed.
⚠︎ No safeguard is promised.
  [Later ink: This omission appears deliberate.]
Only this truth remains:
There is no ending—
there is only proximity.
  [Final note: The page grows warmer here.]
You have already begun to listen.
  [Unattributed: So have I.]
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