dark & light dance left
horizon a glacial crawl
spectrum shifting sable

watched closely enough
she was as an old TV,
diode warm, alive

and yet, undead too.
not gone but going. she knew.
her silent song set

a winking line of
signal, weeping out her last
lacrimal notes now

waves rushing to shore
sounded bent, for a moment
wobbling, unmoored

i heard the hum of
a **** turning, clicking to
off. electrical

bubble burst. picture
crushed into that same long line,
like an eye mid-blink
but never
blunk