Poem #2,811 | Vary is that rarer element

Vary is that rarer element
we fumble in –
Mercury’s
roll & un-compromise is a
rue by which we can align
our thoughts –
A souvenir
of long lost hours as vinyl
circles in unevenness –
In
ever-worn grooves words
wear down –
undulation &
loss of quality with spin &
needle-drops –
See how I
am measured by a metal’s
response
[that glass stick
snappably-thin on my lips
& cold] –
It was a close-up
time of a small hinterland
in which I ruled with slim
lines in dirt –
Scratches in
this will heal
[not on vinyl]