Chaos in Cage.

Chaos in Cage

The cage was not iron, but memory.  
Two souls pressed against its bars—  
one a storm, the other a flame.  
Every breath they took ricocheted,  
multiplying into a thousand whispers,  
until silence itself became crowded.  

He loved her in plenotic ways:  
not as a single voice,  
but as a chorus of unfinished songs.  
She answered with eyes that carried  
the weight of galaxies,  
each glance a rebellion against confinement.  

Chaos lived between them—  
the rattling of chains,  
the flutter of wings that could not fly,  
the heartbeat that refused to be tamed.  
Yet love was plenotic:  
it filled every hollow,  
spilled into cracks,  
and turned the cage into cathedral.  

In the end, they did not escape.  
They dissolved into the chaos,  
becoming the echo itself—  
a plenotic hymn of love,  
forever resounding in the cage  
that could not contain them.  

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