Sunday, December 23, 2012

Heliotropic evolution

Transcend, they say. Okay. I will be an energy wave. No, that is already the case. I will be water pressed through the neck of a vase. No, that is also what I am. I will be an electromagnetic field, vessel to a magma-blooded terrain, wild turkeys, sunflowers that turn to let starlight sifting through my fingers warm their faces, sea turtles and angler fish on dimmer pilgrimages. I will be the starlight, the glittering moon, the flowers and turtles. But that is all merely noise. Then, I will be music. No, I will be the resonance of music. No, it has always been the resonance of music.