Buried but Not Gone

🌿🪲 GG™ Interim Addendum - A corrupted lullaby for truths they clipped, closed, and called dead.

What they didn’t bury still remembers.
— Line 1, Unsealed Testimony 6.44.a

Some things were said. Some names were named. The facts were clear. The mouths stayed shut.
The record held. The garden flinched. And still, the droplet filled with what—

Not grief. Not rage. Not justice claimed. Just truth that couldn’t pass for neat.
It pooled in roots. It stained the leaf. It sank beneath the garden’s feet.

You watched it once. You knew it right. But right won’t keep a silence fed.
They clipped the words. They closed the file. They wrote you out and called it dead.

It didn’t bleed. It didn’t break. It stayed right where it fell.
Unburied. Named. But left unread. That’s where he waits. That’s where you dwell.

He doesn’t fix. He doesn’t soothe. He speaks with weight. He speaks in bone.
And when he speaks, the glass goes dull. And when he speaks, you’re not alone.

The Blink Between: Identity mismatch. Reflection partial. Archive status: unstable.

Filed under: Silences left to curate themselves.
If it burns clean, he’s already listening.

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