Inside the blue melody, exists
The longing that exudes from us.
Proves, we are all dynamics
Ingrained in buzzed-out bodies.
With arms flying alive
Reaching for sound
Feet uncontrollable, legs alien
Outside ourselves, always, as we
Feel the shake, when
We cry—with the dance in our limbs
And the rhythm is reddened
Beyond our hunger and bite
Even among the simplest listen.
Waves pushed outward
Past our personal magnetic shields
Blooming around us in green
harmonic overtone tone rows
Passed beyond our ability
To move, received by
Antennae of mind and soul
Which is just, just, just
A receiver of the search of flight
Free of gravity and anchored femur
Seeking other statics, scales, and modes.
For the noise of light, which
Has been playing its colors
Upon our very, very, very origins.
And upon pronouncement of our silence
Will paint forever