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Red lamp—low flame in the corner Everything else falls away I let my eyes become midnight I let the world obey No sudden movements, no romance Just breath in measured time Hands steady on the focus wheel Like turning a lock in my mind Quiet is a tool I keep A vow I don’t announce Every thought a careful footfall Every heartbeat swallowed down Red light discipline—hold, don’t spill Keep the wonder under will Don’t flinch when the dark looks back Don’t name it if it cracks Red light discipline—slow, precise I live between the ticks of time Three tones under my skin go *mm / mm / mm* And I don’t break the line Notes in the log like confession Numbers like rosary beads I measure the sky in small decisions And starve it of my needs No music in the headset Just the motor’s distant hymn I keep my voice inside my chest So the signal can get in Let the lens drink what it sees Let the data speak first If there’s a miracle tonight It’ll arrive in metrics, not words Red light discipline—hold, don’t spill Keep the wonder under will Don’t flinch when the dark looks back Don’t name it if it cracks Red light discipline—slow, precise I live between the ticks of time Three tones under my skin go *mm / mm / mm* And I don’t break the line I’ve seen the mind invent comets In the smear of tired eyes So I cage my imagination Till the evidence arrives But even in this practiced silence Something bright refuses to die A small electric faith that says “Keep watching. Don’t ask why.” *Break (optional, whispered/vocoder)* Focus… Breathe… Align… Repeat… *Final Chorus (lift)* Red light discipline—hold, don’t spill Keep the wonder under will If it moves, I’ll let it move If it’s noise, I’ll let it fade Red light discipline—slow, precise I live between the ticks of time Three tones under my skin go *mm / mm / mm* And I don’t break the line *Outro* Red lamp. Cold glass. Steady hands. Sky, pass.