Spotlights carve him from the night.
Leather, teeth, a fist in the air.
Synths shimmer like chrome dreams,
drums pound the ribs of the world.
He commands the dark to answer back,
and a stadium kneels in echo.
Voice sharp as a blade of light.
Tender as a wound that sings.
Born to break the silence.
Too bright to fade quietly.
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