Into this Place

In this place there are only tones.

No bodily function yet movement

From thought that flexes

Non-existent muscles.

There are no nouns, only verb

Upon verb, Like fields and valleys,

The language spoken by

The dead, who have cast off all nouns

Is a landscape uttered here.

There are harmonics and rising pitch

That discords as pain, and accords 

As love.

In this place there is only tone.

There is communion in notes with a

Melody of Meaning and it is possible

To touch another with the intention

Of a healing song.

Into this place, I unfold my wings of sound-borne light.

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