In the law’s clutter
Some statistician
Forgot to calculate
The angle of our
Various reflections in
daylight
moonlight
arc light
flashlight
and more:
how the visible spectrum is limited.
(A BEAT)
A poet, illimitable, may take another slant:
Measure an Ephah
Full of Anger and Pain
And find the weight of a soul in chaos;
Revealing that delay means plenty for some,
And husks for others.
She knows suffering,
She knows the measured rhythm
Of the night is vaporized
In blue and black smoke,
And she knows the musician’s secret:
Music is an escape — and an accounting.
(ANOTHER BEAT)
Variations on the Theme
Add nuance
Extra lines and shading,
More reminders of our shared
Incarnadine line.
Binaries divulge and DNA reveals
We bleed Equations,
Codes, Passwords,
And the all-hallowed Pin:
But only flesh and blood —
Intrinsic to pain —
(A FINAL BEAT)
Bears the wound of our diagonal sin.
