The Absence of Wavelength

The Eclectic Ode (life in dreams)

I know you weren’t long for my world, but I’m long for this one…

Bard eclectic, it’s so hard to know
me. Where even the next line
goes? Unknowable as it seems
life breathes dreams, huffed
out the window on streams
flowing any way the wind blows.
And under a tree, once we
shared an apple. You chose
to depart, where storms rolled.

I no longer go, but to trees.

Bard eclectic since you taught
love. Where even the next time
it flows? Seems unknowable
where wind sends dreams, puffed
down avenues, invisibly stream,
flowing any way a jet stream goes.

It took you from me, I consider

with a chosen fruit of knowledge
that spoils with solstice snows.
When thaw, an eclectic one
drenches in rain, sings refrains
to the arriving willow swaying,
songbirds having sung, flown.

If tomorrow I die…you’ll know why;
but, don’t let air flow fool you.

I’m hardly different, as you’ll see.


6.13.25

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as it seems the banner does not ripple, nor metal tether echo-clang, in duty-bound descension.



“I was brave enough, passionate enough and got over the stupid.”
from “Songs I Don’t Sing To You” because you don’t listen.
Less yet, approach.