of resonances

"of Resonances"

...for Soren Barrett

Beyond the glassy glow 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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