in the end
I walked away
after you had turned all the dials
listening
within my many, infinite frequencies
for a channel
where I bathed in all my selves
naked, and powerful
and alone.
like a tuning fork
you forged me into a sound
that was at once both familiar and strange
and then
you shattered the stillness of me
by plucking, as if they were tiny guitar strings,
needles from my skin
I will not leave (I said)
not this Time.
You said (take everything that has happened here today with you)
and I did
into the searing light
