A high-pitched hum

The current radio trajectory
is playing us offstage
with the veracity of a dying sun.
When the hammer falls
and friends stay near
it will be you I find
cowered, cornered,
praying for the light to reach our hearts.

This gratitude
relays timestamps from every era
and placates us
with the knowledge of ages,
asking us only one thing:
Will you allow today
to happen today?
If so, you’ll never die.

– February 7, 2022

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