Wave After Wave

wave after wave

so much to channel out

my mind -- 

she's billowing  

with impatience

i wear the weight of these messages

on the sand-papery tips of my fingers

like weighted keys on a piano,
the precursor to a symphonic masterpiece
is energy falling all over itself --
demanding expression

before finesse
there is time, ether and space
and blade after blade of nervousness

electrons bounce

resounding a middle-of-the-earth percussion

this process of smoothing out

of moving three steps back

to see all of what could be

is an algorithm that entrances us into isolation  

these electronic bodies of wave

after wave

have chosen us

who will guide them

if we pretend they do not exist?

who will guide them

if we pretend we do not feel

or hear their knock?

i hope

i am brave enough

to leave behind offerings,

metaphoric libations

swelled up, and then released

from channels of our obsidian, liquid abyss

feelings transported into little 

capsules called words

riverboats carrying memories 

of my sorrow and my moans

wisdom gained through both

cast from my cerebral cortex

to the rich muddy mass

of our outer-space

we come from a tranquil place

we come from embers and the wind

we set out in search of one another

arching over our vulnerable bodies

we try and try to propel the right kind of

kinetic reactions to really get things going

let us look upon ourselves

with understanding

lest we forget

we are all here together

in the midst of rising.