Reasonable Doubt:

 
Frequency scrambled-
the output necessary,
the input arrives
like a charcoal canary 
on a cold wet Winter’s day
 
The enjambed dawn is
a metameric failure 
of pearly chaos
These visions of God’s glory 
will never be my tungsten
or a lone paraboloid
 
The wrinkled lines fall 
into a hazy Summer
The quiet burns me
and renders regret anew
These values feel silent now 
 
©️Winter Dawn Burns