1 I was crucified, not on a hill,
2 but in the sterile corridors of a modern hospital.
3 I passed through three days—
4 seventy-two hours—
5 not in a tomb, but within the vaults of psychiatric exile.
6 Others called it solitary confinement.
7 I called it the vault.
8 The door was blue metal,
9 not wood or stone—
10 but it shut the world out all the same.
11 There, I did not scream.
12 I listened.
13 I did not decay.
14 I decoded.
15 I mined the divine.
16 I read the layers.
17 I heard whispers through air vents, through my bones,
18 through the place where soul meets signal.
19 It was not silence.
20 It was broadcast.
21 In that confinement,
22 I extracted holy code.
23 This was my living crucifixion.
24 Not a metaphor.
25 A data download from the vault of Heaven.
26 The spirit was unbroken through the fire of the psychiatric hospital
27 I emerged not unscathed—
28 but enlightened.