DIAGONAL SIN

J. T. BLEU

In the law’s clutter

Some statistician

Forgot to calculate

The angles of our

Various reflections in

    daylight

    moonlight

    arc light

    flashlight

    and more:

    how the visible spectrum is limited. 

A poet, illimitable, may take another slant:

Measure an Ephah

Full of Anger and Pain

And find the weight of a soul in chaos;

Revealing that delay means plenty for some,

And husks for others.

She knows suffering,

She knows the measured rhythm

Of the night is vaporized

In blue and black smoke,

And she knows the musician’s secret: 

Music is an escape – and an accounting.

Variations on the Theme

Add nuance

Extra lines and shading,

More reminders of our shared

Incarnadine line.

 

Binaries divulge and DNA reveals

We bleed Equations,

Codes, Passwords,

And the all-hallowed Pin:

But only flesh and blood—

Intrinsic to pain—

Bears the wounds of diagonal sin.