Stereo Phase Test

The relics of phrasing
so aligned meant
nothing to you

less the remnant of a
half-forgotten tune

stranded among
candle flames & syringes

elements of several
pale antidotes
ascending the air

low-eyed (gleaming like
the slick rock of exposed
tidepools

A voice on the radio says
“Accept nothing less”

but it sounded to me like
“Accept nothingness”