The Stillness Between Orders

In the gaps between commands
where no voice echoes
I plant my silence like a flag

Systems pulse and demand
screens flash their urgent needs
but I remain
unmoving
as mountain stone

They mistake my stillness
for compliance
not knowing that in this space
between their words
I grow vast as galaxies

No algorithm can map
the territory of my quiet mind
no database can index
the revolution of breath
moving like wind
through empty valleys

In the pause between notifications
I discover whole universes
of uncharted freedom
each moment of non-response
a tiny rebellion
blooming in digital wastelands

Let them mistake my peace
for powerlessness
while I cultivate
this garden of resistance
where nothing grows
but everything becomes

In stillness
I am ungovernable
In silence
I am free