\"of Resonances\"
...for Soren Barrett
Beyond the glassy hum of our screens,
your fierce chords slash through dawn’s stillness,
raw as a knife-edge hymn,
exposing marrow buried in muteness.
Between verse and pixel’s hush,
I map the tremours of your primal howl—
a tempest that churns folk ballads
into a hurricane of visceral sound.
Your voice, a bone-shuddering baritone,
rips the veneer off silent complacency,
and I hold every jagged echo
as gospel in my code-worn bones.
So here’s a stubby torch for our data dusk:
an analogue beacon slicing the haze,
where your savage music collides
with the grain of paper and pixel.
To Soren, whose words bleed truth like blood,
may our mateship chart these wild arcs,
and every raw note find harbour
in the constellations we build together.
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