cartography of echoes

"Cartography of Echoes"

.....for Tristan R.L.

Beyond the glass of our screens—  
where your bold words

crackle like summer storms,  
I plot each consonant’s electric arc,  
charting your defiance

in starlit constellations.  

Between cursor and

keystroke’s muted pause,  
I heed your lightning riffs—  
a tempest that rattles

the keepers’ gates,  
swabbing pews with salted truths.  

Your voice, a ferry

slicing through corporate muck,  
carries me over ink-swollen waters.  
In every raw confession— “unpublishable,” you scoff—  
I find harbour for the unsung.  

So here’s a stubby torch

in our digital dusk:  
an analogue lantern

cutting through pixel haze,  
where paper’s grain

and screen’s glow entwine,  
and mateship anchors our verse.  

To Tristan, whose tempests

reveal hidden shores,  
may our shared maps

of grief and grit  
sketch fresh constellations

in the void—  
where every echo

finally plays its game.  

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