PRIORITY ZERO (Chapter 14).

A low tone pours like sugar-warm light,
Numbers drift where names should write,
The queue moves slow, then skips ahead,
Like mercy’s on a metered thread.
I watch the lanes in lunar blue,
One opens clean, one swallows you,
And in my headset, under the hum,
A hidden channel comes undone.

Not urgent.
Not late.
Not wrong.
Just. gated.
A door with no handle, a rule with no sound,
I feel it click when the world shuts down.

Priority zero
You don’t ring, you don’t show
Priority zero
You just fade to the undertow
Hold music high, like a chapel glow,
But the line goes quiet where the lost calls go
Priority zero
And I can’t pull you home

Static blooms like a halo thin,
A choir breathes where the beat slips in,
Not a sermon, just a lift of air,
Like hope got stuck in the hardware.
I try to tag you, pin your trace,
But the system scrubs the interface,
A soft “amen” in the speaker hiss,
Then, nothing where your heartbeat is.

I learned the trick:
Don’t ask “who.”
Ask “where.”
Ask “through.”
The answer isn’t a voice, it’s a route,
A map that leaves some people out.

Priority zero
You don’t ring, you don’t show
Priority zero
You just fade to the undertow
Hold music high, like a chapel glow,
But the line goes quiet where the lost calls go
Priority zero
And I can’t pull you home

If I hum the tone. it bends a little,
If I breathe the chord. it lends a little,
I’m learning how to move the line
Without breaking space and time.
But every shortcut. costs someone.

Priority zero
I feel you under the flow
Priority zero
Like a spark in the radio
Hold music high, like a chapel glow,
But the line goes quiet where the lost calls go
Priority zero
So I’ll go where you go

If you’re in Priority Zero.
I’m coming off hold.