In the night of blackness, above the plain,
red flashing lights pinging the red beneath my eyelids.
Radio waves pulsing like my heart beating in REM sleep.
Reflecting, refracting, scattering,
I hear his voice, murmuring.
He wears his cloak of invisibility, belted
to his monopole touching sky 225 high.
He is the god of airwaves, cell towers and 2 way radios.
He oscillates westward through electromagnetic fields.
like mosquitos, rising on humidity.
Memories surround the interface,
waves of sounds, creaking springs,
holding the marbled bedsheets in a death grip,
38 years of absorption,
until the morning we fail to wake.
plowing the wheatfield at 177 miles per hour.
Terminal velocity of the heart.