The Absence of Wavelength

I’ve Failed At Brevity

To Death Eternal With Love, my dearly beloved…

Better to end it sweetly than belabor my love…

clenched in firm grasp before I let you slip
into the blue, washing cascade taking you through,
as I refuse regret — lost another chance, at love return…

where mud dries, life firming keeps you permanent
and grounded, dreamless, without love-passion eternal…

nor free for anything better one’s dull eyes might spy
but end you and I before love’s return, my dour frown —

where I leave you in permanence, no other choice found.

Accept and push you down, with two hands, my love —
I must drown under clear, soft of rippling and hovering ether —
wavy memory, hoping not to see such despair, because…

no design, but another misery — nor long left for we two
that cherished a christening sun — burnt flesh fading,

faith lingering in shade, as you shadow with nothing…

so, end sweet, quick, love…no longer delaying,
beneath icy surface we die before death with knowing
an eminence of any deceit still showing, how.to.kill.love.

Release that grasp son, gone now, time to let her slip.

Sun falls quick to unsettlement, earth scorched, devouring
what remains amid cinder in an accelerant container…full.


5.29.25
22 lines, free verse
Went too long…can truncate to alleviate burdened verbiage…probably won’t (Eyore)

There could be more verses, but had to end …

Resubmerging —

(Midnight In Harlem echoing with verses and chorus, as I wrote…pronouncing organ, especially, like Gospel.)