Mysteryons XI

I could wish for a chair with armrests.

Looking at the peaks and valleys.
you with regular waves
you with a secret.

Your music in minimalism.
beep. beep.
beep.

Such a flat g.

There is a chorus of them here
of beeps and spinning wheels.

The shiny chrome of a hat rack.

But I don’t see the numbers
lining up.

I’m missing the scale again,
measurements lost
where the tube goes in.

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