Static
Filter QRN Sentinel Emissions with wisdom.
Part four of a series of six poems about a metaphoric journey.
• Vacuum – Part 01
• Gravity – Part 02
• Orbit – Part 03
• Static – Part 04
• Bloom – Part 05
• Ash – Part 06
Static
Hisssssssssssssssss
Shshshshshshshshsh
Synthetic voice
Turn, turn heading 054—
Crackle and hiss
Little round dials
well worn and loved—
all channels
cranked to eleven.
Hiss and crackle
Fifty-seven signals
of need and overlapping want
but I only hear
one voice.
Crackle and hiss
Calling me back:
A faint Eurydice—
of peace,
of love—
Hiss and crackle
A message
I long to hear.
Lavender and lilt
piercing the night.
Crackle and hiss
But the myriad intrudes—
Sounds of infinity
From every possible
Source at once.
Hiss and crackle
Help us Obi-wan,
you are our only hope.
A ghost of longing in the voice,
Threads of static with silver light.
Crackle and hiss
Tuning the knob
I'm rent—
One voice distills,
and I am lost again.
Another—the legion
Grasping for salvation.
Hiss and crackle
I am only one—
There is no decision.
Conclusion forgone.
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