Transmission

Here I lie on 

The far side of why

Nursing my heart turned 

To stone in what 

Passes for my home.

But that’s also a lie 

When there’s only 

I 

So I became an 

Aerial, while I’ve still 

Time before my burial.

I tune my thoughts to 

The emission of my

Emotions in all 

Directions, with scant

Hope that your powers

Of detection can pick 

Up my transmission, 

My total submission 

To you and the chance 

That you’ll come back,

Undo the fission, my

Fatal commission,

When I split a whole 

With one damned act,

Becoming but half,

Losing my soul and 

Dooming myself to 

Eternity on a rack.