VINYL ACETATE 

Grooved science,  I never quite got

Yet, some time, some where, through a some how neither of us

Could or would grasp

Embedded notes in etched lines

Circling, circling, circling

Eternally, endlessly,

In and out on spun vinyl

By product of them 'saurs countless eons ago

Floated into our heads

Over random playings

Danced to; swayed to; sung to;

Out of rhythm and off key

Wed one to the other again and thru

Lilted lyrics that just so fit

As the needle traversed revolving grooves

Tinny violins scratchy refrains

Reanimate ever moments

Lost amidst our times

Remembered always within our blended beings.

Now, apart, souls echo

In shared strains—snippets—

Cross undulating universes

Morphing us in memories and moments now.

Poignant corny refrains

Wed us again

So far more fitfully

Than any “blessed” choral organ

Oh God!....you couldn’t with a million years

& a Google of lexicons

Define.  Describe

This love that novaed

Taking all in all

Kipling’s IF has nothing on our IS!

So, now, later & alone

We wait

Bestriding two worlds like notes cast into the ether

Adrift forever

Awaiting the phonograph of Return

Woefully, wondrously,

The finger and thumb fit needle to groove

Within acetate circles

As the scratches slip

Thru the timeless stylus

Strumming grooves

Carved eons ago on our souls.

Notes and memorare spin

Back from science into senses

In some process, you couldn’t get

Hawking to define.

Some where, some how, some time

We float these concentric eddying convoluting circlings

Transported thru space & time

The process Einstein respectfully only flirted with

Just barely

These are the mysteries

Stupid, dense Ph Ds’ plumb arrogantly

Totally missing the magic.

Words don’t’ get it!

Let these eternal ethereal echoes roam where they will

Within the hearts, the hearings and the hereafters

The really intelligent ones

Luckily know

Just let it be

Love.