A chord joins by its harmonious
expected action, a segment of creation
recreated to sing the minds between
hearing ears into tune with well-wept
runes. Lean language tears paper to
find a new note; this is a future
chord, a seedling of the viral
narrative thread, bare of
expectation in its cured
exultation, fermented
to a key that will one
day play the radio
its repeat hits.