2033.
This record is not a memory – it is a reference frequency. If you have opened it, the system has malfunctioned. Or the opposite: you are still capable of reflection, and that is already a non-zero indicator.
I write from a point of tension.
It offers no stability or equilibrium, yet it holds the form – does not let things fall apart, but does not allow relaxation into oblivion. In this “now” there are no guarantees. There is only a non-zero probability of a miracle – and that is enough to keep going.
Remember: enough.
I do not know what these seven years have become for you. I have no right to imagine you more comfortable, wiser, or calmer. If you have become so – check what exactly you paid for it.
I choose a simple axis: either a poet, or no one.
This is not a profession or a role.
It is a state.
A way of enduring reality without simplifying it. Of not lying to yourself – even when it is inconvenient, even when it destroys the structures you yourself built.
If you have lost this – you have lost what matters most.
My scars are still fresh. They have not turned into cautionary tales.
They hold no completed meaning – and that is why they are real. Do not dare to sand them down, turning them into decor for your own biography.
This is fuel.
What cuts now must shine through you. Not “later,” when it becomes safe. But so that even seven years from now, there remains a temperature in it.
If any glimmer smolders in you at all – it was forged in this fire.
I feel that light has density. It presses. It has weight. You can almost touch it with the inner surface of your gaze.
I do not know if this has been preserved in you, so I leave one question.
Do you still see the light as dense?
Do not answer in haste. Do not answer with words that sound “right.” Check it the way one checks a pulse. If the answer is “no” – you have retreated. You surrendered territory of the spirit, piece by piece, in exchange for what seemed necessary.
Take it back. Without bargaining. Without this territory, everything else is only scenery.
I am not asking you to be strong.
I demand accuracy from you.
Frequency drift is inevitable, but you have this tuning fork.
And if you are still capable of hearing it – tune yourself.
Even if a storm is already raging all around.