Tuning

on

A is for ardent like the vibrant
440 vibration resonance
I’m touched with
just a little bit by
striking it against
the surface of your pure
and all of me
reverberating
waiting a moment
to allow the first
overbearing overtones
to die out
my prongs apart and together
and you hold the node
your handle motion is small
allowing the force of
fire rushing forth
through this sight of mine
without damping the transmission
my heart is the resonator box
the split parts of me
that amplify sound and light
of upheld virtue
the waves produced by each
of the two
180° out of phase with the other
at a distance
the volume heard
of this rising song
is increasing
due to the reduction
of the cancellation

mutual poisons
can be precious medicine.