the system is a dead machine i am the ghost in it

the circuit breaks
a root has grown
through concrete cracks
through tempered stone

they patch the code
they swear its fixed
but moss just writes
its own syntax

the servers blink
the satellites stare
a fox resets
the firewall there

no password guards
the rivers gate
it floods the logs
it wont wait

i thought i was
the only one
who slipped the grid
who came undone

the systems dead
the ghost is all
me the wind
the wolf the split bricks fall