It all pours out like tears.
A waterfall tumbling over ancient stone,
that beautiful, fragile sorrow.
Music that could never be played
but we hear it and our vessels overflow.
What is it that ignites our lumps of flesh
and makes the worst of us, dazzling Angels of terror and exhilaration?
Equations and cave paintings
A carnival, a freakshow.
What will become of us
What is to be done?
We are just specks of carbon, diamonds, amethysts and pearls.
Inhale & exhale
chorus & verse.
We spin until the world is just a symbol
dancing the electric tightrope
the ascending scale
feedback and lightshows…
immanence and enlightenment.