aoristic

A Poem by Alex Vandool

Different code

My very own

Orange streetlight in the angle of my window

Just my voice

Silent

Smoothly

Silent

Ease to music everywhere

And in only my ear

I send it all to you

See this magic

Feel this never ending flow

So peaceful

So explosive

Kinetic and potential energy

And unheard of, not experienced

Until this very moment

My steely vast persistent heat

Your broken charming will

Love you like the best of them

And plenty more beside

The fullness of the rest of them

I see the light you hide