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.
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.