or tune me out
toward those frequencies of
wayward influences,
carve me black-headed
on a staff, and then
lose me in a digital flood of
disregarded melody
like a bad penny down
an impervious well.
I will still go on making my
irreducible music
day and night endlessly,
and you will remember it
by its defenseless simplicity—
by the restless stillness
that lives in the pitch-black
trenches of your mind
like rings live
inside the trunk of a tree.
