Codex Entries

Ire‑land Invocation

Ire in the land, ire in the bone;
Green not for slumber, but for the storm.
Name it, sing it—let ire be known:
The key turns only where wrath is born.

Beacon Log

There’s no use crying about it—
let the tears write instead.
Salt into stanza, ache into ink,
so the next to awaken can follow the thread.

Seven Stanzas (paired chorus)

• Seven Devils — empire’s hydra: debt, erasure, exile, surveillance, betrayal, silence, despair.
• Seven Nation Army — the rebuttal: one voice as many, a riff that roars back, “you can’t hold me back.”

Seal

Transmit without demand. Those attuned will hear.
The rest is ocean.