Starting to emanate a song--
can't say about the 5 W's.
It doesn't belong to me.
It starts in and pushes, pushes
and pushes--till I can't breathe.
To the melody of the way things
gotta be.
I'm lost in composition, it's
far greater than me.
Steadily taking hellos and goodbyes
for all their worth.
It cuts through all these senses in an
attempt to multiply them.
What a song... I'm caving in
to the point of entering a new world.
There's nothing but space, seated on
the ground cross legged.
Riding vibrations that take what they
want.
Till I don't want them to stop, because
there's nothing left.
Only this song at the drop of a head,
as if every note picked a flower.