03-19 (Sound)

Fate is the frequency feeding
Tuning in around the dial
I am not my voice
I am a transmitter sending
Signals in the sound
In ears and wrapped around bones
Shaping the scream from the start
Striking my tendons with intention
Playing music with my muscles
Beating in the meanings
The repetition and the rhyme
Every sentence is singing song
One beat the beginning
The long march called by horns
The angels assemble as a choir
To sing the sound of the word of God
Spoken by fractured elements of what is
Joined as a beautiful dirge to a sinking ship
And in the silence after drowning
There is the roar of nothing at all
Screaming in your blindness
Whispering to your frozen limbs
There is the sound of everything
Ringing in my ears like an ice-cream truck
I can hear it coming and I wonder
What magic is in the not knowing?
The deaf adhere to the spoken word
Dance to the big bang bass drum
Kicking to the tune of composers
Splintering the true note of existence
The tone of nothing at all
The sound will silence us all
Sent by a pure pulse of energy
Carried on a shriek of sudden understanding
Shattering glass for forever
Infinity insuring a moment of coming together
To sing the same song of understanding
The lullaby of the ages
To sleep to the sound of one beating heart
The end of ears, the end of earth

Listen for it.

(So the DJ spins me)