The Absence of Wavelength

Platform Eulogy

Collapsible and Rising

Hands tied and in my dark
Soon to swing
Hope the angels sing
A chorus, in death, a lark
Plunge me further
         Toward humility

Filled with wonder, alone
But not dread that
I could lose my head
A chorus for you I’d phone in
Instead, elevate
Toward ignominy

I bear this weigh on land legs
Cross-strapped for you
Because you need me to
Stand on this platform
Let all pass through
Toward indignity

One lever displaces a floor,
the galvan-blade
Sudden game stayed
Before a knot frayed, neck coarse
Still your undead, spirited
Toward humanity

The soul of one man, not severed
Either, or in any way,
Not deprived air in judgment days
A tongue stilled. But, a pen-hand
Cannot hush, walks tall tides thick
         Toward divinity

See you there?


12.27.24
Made up here in 12 minutes, listening to Rhye “Sinful”. Editing longer.

On this scape, no one’s goat. Everything broken
before I could enter a POW incarnation of Machiavellian-inspired complication,
dystopian wall writ and flawed, because
you cannot apply a Chekhov instrument in this…space

Every outcome known and knowable, cannot
make a true Winston drop, take a knee
without the missing physical element…merely a rug tug…
not the referential bus, beneath body-tossed.

More will than all and
…not dead…beca-ause….