i pick up the instrument
cold but not aloof
angle and roll my wrist
watching one thin voltage of line
zip up and down
from tapered metallic crown
to broad black foot

glint of bald brilliance
swimmingly alone
one singular streak so very true to itself
reacting to this act
uncut

struck
am i
by the lean careen
i am unstuck
agreeing to its scheme
exact
cupped

i fashion myself
written down
code scrolling upon my being
informing conduct
with form of fury
it glows with obligation
it knows no theory

i do not try
i let it scry  
history's sloughed golden bones
hover above vision's groan

i slip it in the inbetween
wings shook violent
no longer lame
ferocity of aha gained

two saturated pools
consent and
circle the hurt drain
only hue of heal of remains