. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .

Tuesday, April 11, 2023

Escape

I would not have imagined
when
heavy hoofed in new tech's white armor
I revved that engine hot
electric guitar blaring over t-minus ten
to one
to lift-off

finally escaping human suffocation
weightless baptism
holy water of countless stars
at lip's reach

the sheer noise of living
is deafening
screams of my desires
the sonic pulsing of my needs
your love
your scorn
and the endless space between

but here
in another kind of endless space
the long vast corridors empty between
anything that ever was
an absolute darkness
the colors of creation
where things are farthest from
the beginning
where it is thought to be most quiet
here
in the stillness
I would not have imagined
you would be the loudest thing in my head.

TA

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