Friday, November 3, 2017

As a chaos


1.
As a chaos of jagged girders,
black against the sky,
looks like pain;
yet it makes a beautiful ugliness.

2.
That day’s electrodes, bare and unprotected,
were waiting for me. From the moment I awoke,
nothing was ever going to halt
their run to me from that future.

3.
I met my moment on the street;
it made jazz in my bones;
lifted me
oh, much higher than I can ever sing.

4.
Sir, I said, these particles vibrate,
you hear them on a still night
and after that, you will always hear them.
They smash glass if you do not control it.

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