I put on your song
And closed my eyes
I was strapped in and felt timeless
A journey through creation
Inside and out
A million sensations
A million lifetimes
The world fell away
And dissolved
It may take forever
To explain what it meant to me
Oh well
Just push play
I don't care what anyone says
What drugs you took
What kind of sex you liked
I love what I heard
And I'm glad it was miked
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
I drag in every syllable
as if they connect into
a transiently present
and stable line
with which I can now
feverishly reel in
the burdensome anchor
that has fallen
deep into the brackish depths
of my swampy psyche
With this sung line
I free my vessel
as the breath
from which it was blown
fills my sails
with robust momentum
to float upon
its melodic waves
into a sun-filled
and joyous future.