In the background,
Sadé is crying everyone’s tears
and me, I just…
feel everyone’s feelings,
a wandering antenna
picking up the static
hidden behind waves –
not meant for shore;
Life is no beach.
Lapping in endless marathons
around frequencies unseen,
a maypole dance
of uncharged energy
for which I’m the conduit –
Like the crossed signals
of a broken remote;
sometimes,
I struggle to change the channels.
Kayfucius 