To you who
An echo To where
does it die when it finishes
chasing the ends of decomposing notes
nodding off to what was once before in treble halves
trembling
Trapped in graphite traces
embedded in microlightning spikes that
sear sounds onto these
retinotopic lines these
emototopic maps
pulsing plastic into crescendos spiraling spiraling
into screams winded from butterfly wings
Crack open my radioactive body
and you will near asymptotes of whispers rippling into
cacophonous entropy crashing into the universe
you will circle on amethyst sound
reverberating still so faintly of your existence
Trace your fingers on my clay skin and I will sing back
all that I once was
all that you once were
To me