Poem: 3am Switch

 

3am Switch 

 

the lamp attacked my cochleas

with a flood of bright noise.

there was prophecy 

in the proclamation of such light.

divine armies of miniature chariots.

turrets of wattage distilled from a flash  

of wheeled fire.

but it was still half dream,

 which i knew because the phrase 

"jounce of amps" defied limbo’s snore.

crackles and blasts of defiance

swung between " two essential apogees,"

"twin incompatible weltanschauungs of angel and abyss."

 

in the same way 

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 shock of a courtroom's 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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6/26 

7/31/24

Light woke me up.  Went back to sleep.