Final Jeopardy
67

A horizon pretends to be a man.
Seasons orbit him without permission.
What appears brittle is containment,
what appears calm is aftermath.

Before language learned to burn,
he corrected it.
Before flame knew hunger,
it learned obedience.

An age is folded, sealed, and carried
like a blade that refuses to rust.
Even extinction asks for clearance
before approaching.

Nothing ignites here—
ignition implies effort.
This is heat that remembers
having already won.

When he finally opens the seal,
history does not record the event.
It is rewritten
to explain why the world survived at all.

Yamamoto

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