Gazer

Droning,
i am a smooth transition
from high to low
with a cool admonition
that this night has slowed

i am drums
i am distorted electric guitars
i am reverb
i am delay
who are...

a voice
recalls a calm entity
that somehow
falters in its approach
and she, yes she, spins
arms akimbo
chin skyward
tears streaming
silent
tired
leaving

but

i am echo
i am hum
i am no more love
i am dumb

so spin will you
spin will you please
spin
spinner
with your hands
describing an arc
that shimmers free

wintered
weathered
worried
i am kneed
i am grounded
i am floated
i am leaving
and i can do this because
the reverb calls
as the tremolo falls
and the drummer halts
starts again
delays
fades out
fades in

and then she calls
again
her voice a flute
warning me
this beauty i seek
can burn me
turn me
cold
i will be not human
and the others will not
want to let me go
because the piece i scored
was a peace they adored

nonetheless
i am particles of sound
i am waves of distinction
i am forgotten so soon
i am
have always been

alone

have always been
happiest

alone

so radiate fade
radiate glow
grow
radiate hide
radiate ride this night for all it’s worth
and for what it’s worth, gazer,
this night has slowed.