can you see the noise
feel the landscape beneath you
smell the chlorine in the dissonance
taste the blood in the harmony
hear the silence

swirl
cool and dark
pink and gold and brown
fluid solids
nostalgia for the future

i bleed rhythm
i sweat melody
i spit form
i cry syllables
i ***** soul

i see the helix
feel the landscape pressing my temple
smell the swing in the waterfall
taste the salt of despair
hear the art under the dirt

muffled

but kicking

i'm trying to tell you that i don't just hear it
i am it

liv dessi liv