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This reads like language breaking itself open to remember what came before polish.

Not for ease, not for approval, but for signal.

There’s a raw intelligence here that refuses to behave, refuses to settle into digestible meaning, refuses to perform coherence on demand. That refusal feels intentional. Alive.

Some voices aren’t meant to explain.

They’re meant to leave residue.

You don’t follow them.

You tune yourself by them.

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