The penumbra of sound
Matriculating in waves
Throughout the diaspora of the soul

Distant corpuscle arms
Meandering and weaving in circular oscillations
Around the body, around the mind
Around the soul

Forever once this was a dispatch
Now it is perpetual grace
No more lingering or longing
No more pretending to be what we are not now

Collected into and gathered
By rapturous rhythm of Dionysian
Trumpet whistler birds singing
In metronome enlightenment
A chirp no longer binds you
A guttural bellow no longer ties you down

Whisper to a scream, a scream of
Didactic disintegration into perpetuity
Whispering around the enticement of Typee culture
Chanting in encirclement with the
Dream cavern manifestations through the
Displacement of the skin through tattooery

A soft petal encirclement of children of the flower
Dance to sing, sing to dream
Dream to slip and fall away
Into the ambrosia of the reverberation skull
Of the night
Of the nighttime arising of twisted feet
Parapet lingering into the castle of deciduous
Forest chirping, choir singing
Too much to never if not ever
Do anything but trampoline our
Attachment to this material world
Into a universal precipice
Gliding over the canyon of integrated
Enlightenment coalescence

Not two, one, the division down into
The absence of separation
Dangling the flytrap guttural cloth wisps
Of fate
This is how we step away from all of it
It all
This is how we meander
Into the plateau of the concept
Of rapturous light
And this is how we plough the anxious mind
Into the revolution of the concept
Of the conscious mind into
A disintegration of dismissed thought
Distilling down and abstracting away
The conscious mind
Into an unconscious deliverance
Through the mechanized wavelength patterns
To rest within the perpetual lightness
Of the penumbra of sound

This is where we would circle
From inside and into the central core
The dinosaur bones pounding together
To create the drumbeat hustle
That we will never walk away from once again

This is the moment of perpetual immersion
The whole whisper of the wind
The soft, subtle, turning to soprano singlet infusion
Emphasizing the collection of metronomic sound
Around, metamorphosing, slowly to collect
All of the echoes and reverberations
Of the soft dance plateau of natural immersion
Soaring up into a cacophony of saturating rhythms
Coalescing into a collective whole

This is the penumbra of sound
Gathering us all, delivering us all
Into the subconscious plateau
Of universal immersion
On the step of the toes
And the weaving together manifestation
Of vacuous breathing away of all of the darkness of fate
Into the universal collective of there were
Never
Any wrong misdeeds that planted us here

Into the collective penumbra of sound
This is where we dance, this is where we sing
This is where we never fall away
With no need to return
Because we have never left this place