Radio

I needed something beyond or not

Myself that could get me         there.

I tried—

To imagine the distance or how

To breach but I couldn’t

             Save for a machine

 

             That worked upon something

I couldn’t see. May call it mystical. My

Turning on and tuning to

                           Otherwhere’s air. Fictive gap

Between places what had names.

             It wasn’t magic,     no, part mechanical

Part me; worked mindfully out what I needed

Then need met me there.

The radio was just

             A way to figure the figureless.

Way out of

            No way, you know? How I could prove

I was doing it          if none could conceive.