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Listening Field (Periscope Ballad) by GenJi

Listening Field (Periscope Ballad) The storm didn’t ask my name, just rattled every door, lightning in my bloodstream, salt across the floor. I learned how to stay breathing when the whole world shook, learned how to keep my footing by the way I looked. I thought surviving meant standing still, white-knuckled, holding tight but the sea kept moving through me long after the night. After the storm, there’s a quiet that ain’t peace, but it’s close, like the ocean remembering everything it knows. I lift my head above the water, not to run, not to flee just to witness what passed through me and kept going without me. The waves came back as echoes, low and blue and slow, grief I never had the words for finally let go. Tears didn’t try to drown me, they just showed the depth, measured all the distance between the now and then. I used to build my walls like barns thick enough to stand didn’t know the strongest thing was learning how to bend. After the storm, there’s a stillness that don’t mean the fight’s done, it’s the eye of the hurricane where the truth runs. I lift my head above the water, not to escape the sea just to witness what passed through me and kept going without me. What does a body become when it stops bracing for pain? Not a vessel. Not a wall. Something closer to rain. A listening field under open sky, a rhythm learning how to stay, where force don’t strike like thunder it just finds another way. I don’t hold the current anymore, I let it hum my bones, I ain’t smaller for the bending, I’m just finally at home. What once needed armor now asks for tune and time, I don’t fight the weather I read the signs. After the storm, there’s a knowing you can’t buy or explain, that motion carries weight better than standing in the rain. I lift my head above the water, heart steady, eyes clear the sea can pass straight through me and still leave me here. Not above. Not below. No glory, no disguise. Just exactly where I’m standing with the horizon in my eyes. Listening. Still moving. Letting depth decide I didn’t beat the storm, I learned how to ride.