It starts with one thing,
then the echoing -the feedback loop begins,
the clock hand cuts within,
my eardrums hum hard,
lightening-arc-cracked-glass-cardiac-arrest
-endemic-post-traumatic-digging-up-the-dead...
every sharpened knife dulling in my head
the here-and-now is there-and-then;
that road that her -that hopeful endâ¦
That record on repeat
it only plays the first week.
It skips and starts again
each time more unaware of how it ends.
It skips⦠and then⦠again...
That Nothing
real meant the whole world to me
-skin and bone like a tome; I wrote it all on you.
Reading into text what we needed,
now the line is too blurred to interpret it.
Time to time,
I still catch it night to night; a gypsy moth to lamp-lit-limerence
lit late june in Illinois.
I'll meet you lateâ¦I'll meet you too lateâ¦
One more round the lake -drink in that desperate haze;
maze-manic-hang-to-what-was-felt-not-what-it-was
It will pass me like a fever,
but It skips⦠and then againâ¦
That record on repeatâ¦
â¦the first week
-the rode
-the heat
â¦it skips I'm back again
in every skip a gulf to rend
in echo-send.
⦠and all at once
once more
Post-sure;
postwar
-too quick to quench; the iron tore
...so let us melt down and back to ore!
Why'd you come here in thrill of night, under satellite?
-I never noticed them before!