PROVENANCE (response)

You said my silence was fear. But silence is premium real estate. Talk is a mural in a rented flat. Mine’s a building permit in hell. I don’t do front doors. I leave exits wide open. Every rumour’s a free advertisement. Every doubt is a signature in the corner. Paper trails burn clean, but I keep the ashes numbered. You rent applause by the hour, I sell silence to eternity. A brushstroke is a contract - inked in varnish, stapled to your shadow. I frame the void, and the void thanks me in whispers.___________ You say my quiet means I’m scared - nah, I’m charging rent for the air you breathe. Your talk’s a throw-up on a weekend wall, mine’s zoning rights on sacred ground. I don’t knock, I don’t shout - doors open ‘cause my name’s the key. Every rumour’s free promo, every doubt just raises the fee. Paper trails burn quick, but I count the ash like gold. You buy claps in fifteen-minute slots, I flip silence - sold out forever. Brush hits wall - that’s a contract signed, varnished and locked in your shadow. I paint the nothing, and nothing keeps paying me back.__________ Walls remember what blocks forget. Tags fade. Receipts don’t. I’ve auctioned ghosts and counterfeited time. Fed the tabloids a diet of shadows. I’m your disbelief’s landlord, taxidermist of all your flames. You chase clout - I lease absence. And while you measure my worth in headlines, I’m busy engraving absence into gold leaf.__________ You called it fear. Nah - it’s prime property. You spray walls you don’t own, I own the pause between beats. I sign shadows. Ink bleeds longer than blood. They think they bought me. They bought my leftovers. I paint in tongues you can’t speak. They frame my air and call it theirs. Your echo’s over before my pen lifts. I’m proof without witnesses._______ You’ll find the exit where you found the entrance. Take your spray cans, take your noise, take your hour of fame. The frame stays here. The name stays mine. Street forgets in weeks. Archive forgets never.