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Meta-Musical Field


Every strummed chord transmutes

the senses into an electrochemical torrent.

The spark begins, and the sense of self



and body subsume into a haze.

A coalescing begins to unfurl,

blurring within and without.



The body's aglow, hovers

into the meta-musical field,

scintillating with charged intent.



The spark swells from the viscera,

up the spinal meridian,

and emerges from the shoulders,



bursting like a fusillade of falcons,

singing in color and molten light,

or a battalion of angels



conjuring structures out of space,

drawn with solemn ink,

or rejoiced in insect ecstasy



with the pulse of celestial bodies

to form the arc between

the beginning of time



with time's end, and the inner

heart within the heart

becomes the outermost nodes



on the arc of the infinite

from the florid essence

of my being.