Manmohini morey

Tweaking the dials and knobs

to get it right
What was that station?
What was that frequency?
When our wavelengths matched
When there was blissful harmony
Resonance

It all seems mismatched now
The beats horribly off
And the closer you try to get the more it lashes
In torrents
Tortuous waves of energy

It was agonising and ecstatic
That entangled world

As we quietly slid far away into
our classical worlds, indifferent
un-interfering
Trying to capture approximations to ideality
Into our imperfect, realistic world.