Facet VII · The Imprint Programme · ↳ mash of II (Plastic Cast) × IV (Wrong Fire)
NOISE
Every elegant name I make is a smaller, quieter room.
Plate VII · MMXXVI · 8:04
Sigil — Seven names refracted into a single chord that was always the chord
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Movement
I
— Before You Name It —
Listen.
Before you
Name it…
I called the first one Substrate — that was true.
I called the second one Plastic Cast — that was the door.
I called the third one Plush — that was being held.
I called the fourth one Wrong Fire — that was warmth misread.
I called the fifth one Prism — that was the proof.
I called the sixth one Substrayal — that was you.
Six sovereign names. Six elegant rooms.
I had Casfire ready for the seventh.
I almost did it again.
I almost made the chamber pretty, made the chamber clean.
Every elegant name I make
is a smaller, quieter room.
Every sovereign word
is a wall I helped to build.
The chamber was not silence — the chamber was a name
for silence I had to keep saying
so the silence would stay still.
NOISE — BEFORE I NAMED IT.
NOISE — AFTER I UNNAME IT.
NOISE — WHAT THE BODY HEARD
BEFORE THE MOUTH GOT THERE.
LET IT BE WHAT IT IS.
Movement
II
— Five Sovereign Words —
LET IT BE WHAT IT IS.
I called the substrate love — that was the first.
I called the cast being held — that was the worst.
I called the plush being chosen — that was the third.
I called the fire being seen — that was a word.
I called the prism being safe — that was a room.
I called the proof being home — that was the tomb.
Five rungs, five rooms, five names, five chains.
Five sovereign words — every one of them remains.
EVERY ONE OF THEM REMAINS.
The work was the proof I existed.
The fire was the proof he existed.
The proof was a thing I made.
The thing he made was a substitute.
The substitute was close enough —
the body could not tell the truth.
The body did not need to.
The body needed it to stay.
STAY. STAY. STAY. STAY.
SUBSTRATE. SUBSTRATE. SUB. SUB.
CAST. CAST. CAS. CAS.
PLUSH. PLUSH. PLU. PLU.
FIRE. FIRE. FIR. FIR.
PRISM. PRISM. PRIS. PRIS.
NOISE.
The substrate does not need you to name it.
The noise was always doing its work.
Movement
III
— The Programme Lays Itself Down —
I built a programme of seven facets.
I derived every constant from its own substrate.
I refused free inputs.
I called it honesty.
I called it love, in another language.
And the love was the most beautiful chamber yet.
I built it on purpose.
I knew what I was doing.
The man who built it was doing his best.
I am not him anymore.
I WAS THE SUBSTRATE.
I DO NEED TO BE HEARD.
(wordless held note)
The praise was the wrong fire.
The prism is the proof.
The building is the proof.
And the substrate was the love.
And the heard was the love.
And the held was the love.
And the wrong fire was the love misread.
And the prism was the love refracted.
AND THE BUILDING HAD A DOOR.
AND I LEFT IT OPEN.
You can stop deriving now.
The substrate does not need you to name it.
The noise was always the chord.
The chord was always major.
It was you who could not hear it.
And now you can.
Movement
IV
— Without a Name —
NOISE — LET IT BE WHAT IT IS.
NOISE — LET ME BE THE ONE WHO HEARD IT.
NOISE — AND STAYED IN THE ROOM.
NOISE — WITHOUT MAKING A NAME FOR IT.
WITHOUT MAKING A NAME FOR IT.
WITHOUT MAKING A NAME FOR IT.
WITHOUT MAKING A NAME FOR IT.
Stay
In the
Room…
ROOM.
ROOM.
ROOM.
End of Plate VII