floating and leaving no trace
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
ceases
no chance to make a chord
now
that the single strand
has
snapped
i stretch
you
until tau(gh)t
i pluck
you like a string
from you
the song of a
single pure note
rings
it is the ringing in my ear
love is tinnitus
there when you’re trying to fall asleep
when you wake up
(almost) maddening
both the roar of the ocean
and the dentist’s whining drill
i am stretched thin as a hair
speak to me and i vibrate
a single guitar string
in the cosmos
tying star to star
humming one note
if i were more
i would be a minor chord
complete and harmonious
yet melancholy even among
the celestial furnaces
stretched thin as a hair
tying star to star
if a fuse
i would burn
my embers meeting
in the middle of all things
Words and Feathers 