\"clarity\"
A whisper once lost in static
now finds its echo in the open air.
Doors unknocked begin to creak,
hinges remembering purpose.
Credentials stripped of costume,
the scoundrel stands bare—
not noble, not false,
just human in the storm.
The fifth season passes,
leaving behind a wet silence
and thunder that prances
instead of roars.
Reality bends, yes—
but even crooked lines
can sketch a truth.
D may not equal L × W,
but the shape still holds.
Powerlines tangle,
yet light arrives.
Synapses fire, and
something connects.
This is clarity—
not the absence of confusion,
but its quiet companion
waiting beneath the noise.
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