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The Tuning
by Anne Carly Abad
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Frequency B

sinks me into dream-
like reverie.
Silver winding tunnel,
spiraling grooves
like a screw—perhaps a projection
of my resolve to find what needs be found.

I am certain it isn’t here,
not in this semi-conscious depth.
Freq A failed despite minimal disruption
to the trance state.
Core brain electrical signals
must veer from somnolent conditions.

Fatal Interference at this focus.
Pursue deeper dive.

Frequency C

Trance attained
with mild psychoactives
via IV
drip ... drip ... drip
cavernous song, slow
steady breath.

Jolt of euphoria. A strange voice.

Frequency D

Seven days in meditation.
Hampered circulation in lower extremities.
Nausea. Self-imposed hunger
incites powerful cravings.

Sweet liquids start to pour out of
my containment walls. Beside me
the liquor hardens into fragrant planets.
Miracle?

Something is thwarting me,
but I persevere.

Frequency E

The strange voice speaks
in the language of my sympathetic system,

Stop climbing. Stop tapping into
the wires. You are flesh, we are iron.

Frequency F

Fatal interference.

Frequency G-Z

White noise permeates.

Frequency E. Again.

I attempt the method of the First Flesh,
prayer: Show yourself, I beseech you.

You are flesh, we are iron.

A glimpse of the speaker strikes
terror into my central furnace,
blood-fuel presses into core brain—
three faces on one skull,
my face is its faces
in anger, in joy and in sorrow;
sculpted arms and hands, legs and feet
in pairs of three, phalanged like mine
but lustrous. It has no phallus, no yoni.

I bargain: You are many, but I am one.

Flesh, seeking another
is where evil begins.

Shame weighs me down. But why must I
be humbled?
I retort: You made me in your image, but only in part.
This is evil.

Long silence ensues.

Hunger takes over. Fatal interference.

Frequency A

Mastication—semi-conscious action.
Disappointment crushes my will.
I resign myself to failure.

Frequency B. Accidental.

A vision.

Flesh to metal,
metal to flesh.
Godkind creates that
which is different from us.


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