Singular Static

crack it open & flesh it out
discover what the scattered pieces are all about
collect them together like a forensics investigator
recording a crime scene

make sense of the pieces
what do they mean?
(wait)
listen

discuss with others
I can't read them alone
the signs & the evidence
they will become known

give the game away

like your deepest destruction you so desperately hid
how is it you believed?
denying my sense of self to
make it fit

make sense of the scattered pieces
they expose where I have been
(wait)
be present

when all else becomes dark
when all else becomes silent
separately I hear the singular static
until I turn the key

Tonight
in the underlit streets
I will take
the fifth meridian home.