…music…
It never ceases to amaze me,
The way these crazy lanes change.
Faced with impatient beams of jealous pride,
Inward schemes…such immortal minds as these.
We’re pieces of eternity.
Exploding and imploring and outwardly…
Insightfully…
Drifting through a memory.
We’ve always hoped we’d see it
But never dreamed enough
Just to be it.
Speak it slowly
So it soaks between your pores.
And if you dare you’ll
Speak it boldly
So your bones know what they’re for.
And then,
They will rattle like the Earth.
Swankidelik 