Jazzthetic
In this I know
I am here,
but as to the whole structure, where can I find you,
that is--in relation to this key and that
space, do we discover divinity in the movement,
the progression of
this is insane
this, this wandering phrasing of changing waves
or is it stasis in the flurry,
the violence from silence?
“Your symbols, I see
are inherent in my mouth.”
But it is building even as it is falling. And I am beautiful,
yes--simply full, ripened
in this state of swing communication. It doesn’t matter any longer
where the melody is going
it’s just flying