To an Old, Vivacious Frequency

For as I see everything now
I remember the old corridor
In which my mystical blood comprised the spherical mantelpiece

It was the half-year
It was the half-life
It was the English Poet's memento
His journey

I remember when I sat there
And the pseudo-journey
Came to a quiet, definite end

I remember how it set the corridor aflame
As the final smiles and happiness
Detonated the dam withholding the power of the absolute adjudicator
Despond

I remember how I wandered
Through two schools- one of murdered students
And was probed to write empirically- in the living, real one

In the name of misery
I signed the blue paperwork and fled
For 1/2 and the futility of everything
Was truth

In the name of harmony and goodness
Quarantine the sick
Leave them alone in the dark

In the name of kindness
Be silenced and imprisoned
Be lonely and weeping
Immune

Yes, I remember that frequency
The drop of methylene blue
That created the waning half-year
Absolutely

Yes, I remember the medical amino acids
And Adenosine Triphosphate
And the other Biochemistry of Neural Equilibrium

Yes, I remember the latest frequency of sunlight
The recurring call
Of the angry empirical world
Forevermore

Watch the blue continue to propagate
Watch the oscillation of intrinsic entropic efficacy
And remember the multifariousness, the universality of words
Cotangent to lost and searching hearts
Forevermore