(no subject)
i walked into a room i haven't touched in a while
the light was old enough to still have a drawstring
so as it flooded through i saw the dust lilting in the air
like early february snow; motes lilting to the ground
or burning up on re-entry.
& at the bottom of the gravity well
& at the darkness on the edge
i saw ancient melodies written on the walls.
it's been so long since i've had to sing at all
i fear my voice might fray if i chance the notes
so if you're out there on the air tonight
left of or around the dial would you mind
singing along for a while?