We all are hi-fi
                    Hybrid music;
I mean the sound as pollen falls, hanging
Basket case
Full mainly of love, as
A generous darkening awakes
                    Its slumber.
Play louder we hum to it,
As it flows its course – Its nuance.

We are the main-line, streaming
Entertainment from the soul, followed
insidiously by shadow, and
all other craven gasps of light
                   Which form from the physical.

Let’s sit and listen;
Only until the end has ended
                   And all is utterly still.