inside of sound

red lipstick
March 27, 2017
Perichor
September 9, 2017
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It was a wind chime
in Chinatown
that first pulled me in
to the Universe.
A singularity
absorbing my imagination
completely.
A desire innervated
to reside deeply
infinitely
inside of
its sound.
Dissolving
into the desultory rhythm
of its paper-light
extensions
fanned and furled
by the invisible
flirtatious
breath of Life.
All this sound
my body felt
with ears
at energy centers.
Metaphysical cochleas.
Spirals of perfect
unfolding.
Without understanding,
understanding.
I am
connected.

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