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While plans align in perfect rows
While exits wait behind closed doors
Meanwhile

While shelves demand precision lines
And futures get rehearsed in air
While safety draws its narrow grids
And names each screw with careful care
Meanwhile

No counter-move
No tightening jaw
No silent war
Behind the law

Meanwhile
Something grows
Outside the grid
Outside control

Meanwhile
Dry ground knows
What water does
Without being told

Not because I win
Not because I stay
Meanwhile

While order promises relief
And fear prepares for loss unseen
While rooms get ready for departure
Before departure even means
Meanwhile

No sermon
No repair
No alphabet
In desert air

Although I stand on Arrakis
I do not eat the sand

Spice is not escape
It is awareness
Meanwhile

Meanwhile
The earth fills up
With quiet flame
Beneath the dust

Meanwhile
Not because
It’s safe or solved
Or neat or just

Not because it's clear
Not because it's done
Meanwhile
Meanwhile