DYED DOWN (a poem)

Saturday, May 10, 2025

all we have
are the warm,
sentient creatures
we curl up with.

a trust,
with flawed arms holding—
a conflict in that embrace,
that both decided
to lose
and win.

a math of resolve:
i’m with you.
hold on.

no god,
no king.
imagine—
lennon in the lobby,
but he makes it.

this world:
a thousand angels
on the head of a pin needle.
the toggle of these chemicals—
the pick-me-up
and the simmer.

been gathering
around this fire
since the first
wild one
dyed down.

the spiral,
the ratio,
the twist of us—
tribe folk.

overwritten,
ghost bits,
disc spins—
recall the records
and let it drop
to be heard.

the analog crackle
of fire and earth.

so come closer.
forget the imagined screen people,
the constructs
holding your soul hostage.

we overcome—
by not being alone.