Voice

Fragments like 'No logic. No list.' pulse with a restless, modern energy.

Lyric intensity

Concrete textures: 'salt-stained,' 'chlorine smell,' 'wet swimming costumes' anchor the spiritual.

Mind under feeling

Moves from 'competitive ritual' to the vulnerability of accepting unearned, rare joy.

Held shape

Rhymes the opening 'clenched soul' with the closing 'not flinching' beautifully.