Poetry - Earworm

• after “Better Love” by Hozier

 The words and melody slip into my mindon repeat, their emotion an anchorthat drops down into an oceanwhere you are swimmingglittering and greenmermaid-like.And the blue of the depths is as blueas the teal of the falling skyuplifted at sunset.Yahweh do angels walk among us,whispering such lyricsas catalyst?What it must be to cup a beating heartin hand, or a bird or 21 grams,to travel through time,to scale the wall,to rise againafter the fall?How could I be deceived by what is fake,the shaded figure that standsin shadows without colour,without truth or firein cowardice? But now this brainworm, this sticky musicsees me suffer stuck song syndrome,amazes me with the imageryof fire weeping from cedar,teaches me calque;the lent wordohrwurm, earworm, the meaning of.