The picture of a sound

...The picture of a sound
It paints that frame in your mind a form but not clearly defined
Your direction focuses but the articulation lacks lines
Then...the touch of a visual
Tell me how they’re adamant brazen but this bypasses dermal and in it goes
More than integral a rush out goes common intervals
Into rubbing blood pump your getting light-headed it goes-sump pump
Tell me how it goes sum up
You’re getting high there somewhere up
Then...the touch from that image into an emergent canvas with a collective color derived white
An utter stunning white splashes with you touching that image-the canvas it dashes
Painful painstaking beauty cutting lashes
You’re lapsing with each come-to with each pass it’s
Contained in your pupil your mind that thing it’s massive
You touch it and next second are amazed-you just had it
It melts over you oh so true laden
It’s true magic through and through, genesis Aladdin
You try to callous your heart for ballast do some padding
I would continue but it hurts...
Picture of a sound
Touch of a visual
Touch from that thing...you pick which first