No limits, no skyline, I’m burning the map,
gravity’s gossip—I laugh in its lap.
Heartbeat’s a drum kit, ribs rattling gold,
every “impossible” story gets told.
I sprint through the echo of doors that slammed shut,
boots full of stardust, soul sewn with gut.
From zero to omni, the cosmos my route—
watch me redraw forever with each breath I out-spout.