in the hour when the inner horizon collapses when what i called “self” loses its outline

i do not ask to be saved

i let the excess fall away — the borrowed voices the inherited fears the need to be seen whole

i step into the unlit space where nothing answers back

the void does not comfort it does not punish it simply removes

what cannot survive silence dissolves

what remains is not brighter but truer

i accept the fracture i accept the erasure i accept the unmaking

from this convergence there is no revelation

only clarity without ornament breath without narrative presence without name

i am not reborn

i am reduced and in reduction — defined