HAPPY BIRTHDAY
DOC HAMMER
Sigils hum at the cusp of dawn, Doc, your name etched in the marrow of cosmos. Notes spiral like serpents through shadowed air, and silence bows to the rhythm of your mind.
Worlds tremble in the pulse of your vision, time fractures, revealing the hidden loom. On this orbited eve, let the secret fires ignite— alchemy of sound, of shadow, of self— and let the unseen sing in your blood.
Happy Birthday Sir
















