music of the spheres (20171214)

breaking like

a guitar string breaks
after fat fingered fret pressing

digging into tips
(calloused or not)
trenches or primordial scar tissue
(or not)

all vibration
either in air or universal ether

no chance to make a chord

that the single strand


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a piece of me, a fractured piece of me
and a piece of you, just as jagged

they try to fit to together
–teeth of mismatched gears–

where motion should be smooth
instead the sound of snapping glass bones
screams of angels with cinder wings
bits and pieces falling wetly to the floor

the machinery stops so we mop up the blood
and try again

each time there is less and less of me left
each time there is less and less of you left

this is why we break

unevenly matched where there should be symmetry
but when the gears meet at last–we transcend