Poem, Bones, Death, Music 

Deliberate Accidentals
August 2, 2022

in my bones, radiocarbon emissions
represent an average of jazz
off-beat, off-kilter

something one might late at night
find lost between stations
ideoplastic wavelengths

we are no longer here
we whose signal

we are always here
listened to and listening
your story and mine, inundated

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