my body & I fall into a deep sleep as a glossy voice
cups us into its cratered hand, we nestle into its palm
my tears that fall are collected in a clay dish
to be reused for cleansing the body & hair as
all pain is recycled, transformed into wordless
melodies that ease the aches in my back because
I oscillate in a full diapason --- a vortex bel-canto,
I rest my head in the pillow of these phonics,
I float into the deepest shadows of the throat
until we dissipate together in a sea of acoustic umbra
but this voice acts as a god & keeps us in an ultrasonic
vibrational loop & as the drums of the aural deep
propagate through my spheric-body, there I become
a gas bubble suspended in a melismatic fluid
polyphonic overtones send me to collapse,
seismic & raw, repurposed as a photon ---
love, stillness, & harmony