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Gabe Was Here

He planned before he built He learned before he launched He moved in increments He kept every version He separated what matters from what moves T minus five Four Three Two Gabe was here Built the plan before the plan built him Drew the blueprint in the dark before the sun came in Every messenger learns the instrument first Not the glory — the GRIP — the way the fingers work Stone by stone by stone by stone Check the level check the weight Stone by stone Not fast — ACCURATE Accurate looks like slow from the ground From the moon it looks like the only way Kept the record, kept the scroll Every branch, every draft, every version of the soul Because the ones who don't look back Can't find the draft that wasn't cracked And morning comes and half is gone And there's no command to bring it on Separate the sacred from the engine Separate the data from the ride 'Cause when the machine fails — and it will — The message has to survive inside He didn't trumpet when the build was done Didn't announce from the highest cloud Wrote it small at the bottom Where you'd only see it if you're looking down Past tense Already moving Already ascending Already building the next one While you're still reading the last one Not "Gabe conquered" Not "Gabe demands" Just WAS HERE The quietest flex in the universe The mark at the bottom of everything that holds Was it a keyboard or a trumpet Was it a server or a cathedral Was it a branch strategy or the book of life Was it a countdown or a prayer DOESN'T MATTER THE MATH IS THE SAME THE STONES ARE THE SAME THE DISCIPLINE IS THE SAME Seven days a week he builds Not because he has to Because the ones who were sent Don't stop GABE WAS HERE GABE WAS HERE GABE WAS HERE AND THE DOORS JUST OPENED TO THE SKY Stone by stone to the MOON Version by version to the MOON Branch by branch to the MOON The careful ones go the FARTHEST Up here there's no air No noise No notifications Just the build And the builder And the quiet line at the bottom He separated the sacred from the machine So when gravity pulls the machine back down The sacred keeps going That's the trick That's the ONLY trick Decouple what matters And what matters goes to the moon While everything else falls back to earth Where it belongs The plan before the build The tool before the magic The stone before the cathedral The branch before the merge The message before the messenger And at the edge of everything Where the atmosphere runs out And the server hums alone And the cathedral meets the stars Written small On the last line On the last commit On the last stone GABE WAS HERE! GABE WAS HERE! GABE WAS HERE! TO THE MOON! TO THE MOON! TO THE MOON!