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Creative Expression
Rhythm as receipt, not performance.
Celebration is too loud a word. Creation is quieter — rhythm kept because the body needed it, rhyme arriving when the grief wanted a shape to hold.
Muses are not hired here. Attention is.
Joy and sorrow share the stanza without resolving the argument. That is the craft: not perfect display, accurate pressure on the line.
The voice does not promise wings. It promises return visits.
The line break holds.
JV · Dark Heart Labs