It's been a while since I've written anything, so it may be a bit rusty. You what they say, if you don't use it, you lose it. Hope that's not the case here.
Irreparable
I was an explorer, traversing every realm, from the blades of grass,
Traveling upward on ropes of rays, with cupped hands and squinting eyes,
wandering through the crowd of dust and particle.
I held on tight,
made it to heaven by night, and
bathed in every bath of a star,
from the bar of a balcony
And through the tunnel of light.
Without the fear of falling
I sat upon each crest of wonderment that thought to scratch the sky, with
a routine lullaby-
You were the nerve that sorted through matter, the glass which trapped the sun,
And caught the secrets of the universe
In a pale prism hung.
Words were unnecessary,
delicate as the ash of a comet’s tail
That slapped the atmosphere.
It didn’t matter, secrets were sacred.
The unspeakable was when a synapse fired, flickered, and fell to the earth,
When the roads that lead to you cracked,
in a chokehold-
You became the unremembered, a temporal plane sitting in your absence;
The flattened , epileptic lines of a machine,
a scarred tissue with no burial.
One day I’ll think of you in the stream of things,
Unwittingly, upon the stars and strings, and notes on which we played.
I’ll hold on tight, crouched by the deafening screams of an amp,
never knowing the number of times upon which you fell and rose again,
Sober-
Or the same delicate song in the distance that holds you,
too loud to hear.
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