Smoke hangs low where the body was,
The air remembers what I’ve lost.
A slow undoing, quiet and clean —
I fade between the ash and dream.

Ash communion — no rebirth,
Only weight and hollow earth.
Breathe me once, then let me go,
The fire knows what I don’t know.

Hands like ghosts along my skin,
The heat retreats, the cold steps in.
Every prayer dissolves to sound,
And I fall through what I’ve found.

Nothing left to sanctify,
Nothing left to signify.
Just the hum that stays behind.

The light is gone, the signal dim,
The smoke curls back — it speaks again.
If this is grace, it has no name.
I breathe it in, and stay the same.

Ash Communion

Your Time is about that moment when everything finally lines up. Not loud. Not rushed. Just controlled movement forward. Built for late nights, dark rooms, and heads down focus. Cold techstep liquid energy with a restrained female vocal that lets the groove breathe. This one is for when you stop waiting and let it happen.

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