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A replayed track from our first album REISUB I. Before the screen, before the phosphor's glow, A lever dreamed in iron's patient sleep— The typist's finger, poised above the deep Abyss of columns, taught the hand to know That silence too requires its own terrain, A measured gulf between the thought and thought. The carriage leapt—and meaning was not lost But held in intervals, like summer rain. II. O Tabulator! Clerk of the unsaid, You parsed the ledgers of the century's trade, Where numbers marched in columns, unafraid, And profit slept beside its decimal bed. The mind requires its horizontal pause, Its leap across the whiteness of the page— As consciousness, that most peculiar cage, Moves not in streams, but by its hidden laws. III. Then came the electron's subtler reign: No carriage now, no bell, no inked return, But signals teaching silicon to learn The ancient grammar of the measured plain. Four spaces? Eight? The programmers debatе As monks once quarreled over angels' wings— Such are the fierce infinities of things When form itself becomes the text's estate. IV. I press you now, small key beneath my hand, And leap—as thought leaps toward its unknown shore, From field to field, from less toward the more, Across the structured void that you command. Pure interval! You are the breath between The word and word, the rest within the score— That pregnant nothing poetry lives for, The space where all unspoken truths convene. What is a poem but measured silence, pressed?