Once Upon a Time There Was Feedback

I have to be honest
I miss your dark side because you should know
(your rib cage filled with flowers) that without darkness
there is no light.

I’m not the only one trying to
recreate the magic but maybe you have been successful I don’t know
by page 3.

You replace my rosary in the cold winter morning
no longer reminded of an up and down mountain
knowing my next attempt will be bloody but fair.

Because once upon a time isn’t that far
your star
doesn’t hide, reverberational feedback.