All it takes if you want to hear
what I heard are ears made for
deciphering the unnumbered layers
of beats and each corresponding tune:
no, don't fret and shrink in the
pressure if it's too fast and discordant,
instead use the same haste to lose
yourself in instantly and you'd know you'll
never have to press and labor in
understanding each fiber that it's
made from and once you've made it out,
that's when you'd come to realize that music
made your every muscle and tissue:
the frame required for your composure
looking out, you'll see how the universe is
in itself a grand piece playing in its own accord,
an infinite crescendo of light and vibrations—
a timeless symphony silenced to a susurration
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoesíaI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
