Poem: 3am Switch

 

3am Switch 

 

the lamp attacked my cochleas

with a flood of bright noise.

there was prophecy 

in the proclamation of this light,

a divine army of minature chariots, 

turreted by wattage and fueled 

by the distilled extract of wheeled fire.

but it was still a dream,

 which i knew because the phrase 

"jounce of amps" defied limbo’s snore.

crackles and blasts of further defiance

swung between two "essential apogees,"

two "incompatible weltanschauungs of angel and abyss."

 

in the same way that a star

could fall for light years,

if only to raise a single hair on a single head,

in that way, a slain part of me rose up,

ready to die again, even as my heartbeak spiked

to implore another chance,

 

to demand innocence,

in the flood of this cold bright second of

trillions of pleas and bursts,

each as small as a lumen,

as implacable as a chemical,

as shocked as a Jekyll,

all of them, just like that,

switch on, charged up. 

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7/31/24

Light woke me up.  Went back to sleep.