I
drift into a portal, to stream a musician, to enter a
shared
dimension. I know for voice, a rush of reality, to
harness
a subtle chain. We clear a hurdle, for the heart
beats
love, an unsounded vortex; and everso wild—a
bit
untamed, and filled with rivers. There’s a battle—
screaming,
“Mercy,” for a heart is beating love. We
caress
motion, to touch a rose, surging through eagles.
Does
it beat, a subtle music, to yearn for tilling? I ask—
somewhere
a cave, slipping through a mudslide. So
often,
to forsake love, where love was pensive. I turn
to
spin, a beating pulse, an unsettled sound. We enter
portraits,
to dangle in silence, a bit impatient. If only
to
hear it, through aches and struggle, beating through
oceans.
I race to Shunga, a pinch of maya, if only for
more
love. We nudge this life, to seek for action,
invested
sorely. Something screams, a dripping flame,
to
pierce a heartbeat; and such is noise, to rinse for
waves—it can’t be
tamed.
