The Absence of Wavelength

🎵 Orpheus Echo am I, am I 🎵

And yet…

Orpheus was so desperate that he did not even try to repulse their advances. The women killed him, cut his body into pieces and threw them and his lyre into a river. It is said that his head and his lyre floated downriver to the island of Lesvos. There the Muses found them and gave Orpheus a proper burial ceremony.

…he still sings.

~ Orpheus’s Echo

Pleasure knows no pain
         in a boiling pot —
Echoes a steel drum hot

Flesh can bleed —
flow the Ganges —
         I lose my head;
tendril chords once heard
vibrate not.

No dread.
Is Orpheus contained
not but spirit?
Pleasure knows no pain
when it’s boiling hot.

I made this up
on the spot.
Not a lot to do          but sing 🎵
sing 🎵
🎵 sing 🎵
to the likes of you.

We’re all lonely.
Live simple, none phony.
Let my notes 🎵 🎵 🎵 soothe
what ails ya.


8.19.23

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There’s an Echo in this room, too. Fast, she approaches.

Some hurt because they live with pain.
Some know they’ve been lead to slaughter
sing
anyway
with a smile not painted on…hold on…it’s coming *grin*