Inside the Sounds

I give up wearing glasses, watch

the sunrise crash into the clouds,

and wait until the sky fades out.

I have no words as all my thoughts

jostle inside my head, displaced

by beats and notes, guitars and lights.

I catch a streak of gasoline,

light a match, then stand well back,

watching the flames from a safe distance.

Nothing reflects off nothing, jumps

aside (waving its arms), dissolves,

reacts, and waits to catch its space.

I walk sideways along a bassline,

displace my thanks but no thanks mood,

disarm myself and swim in sleep.

I place more questions in my case,

carry my thoughts inside a box,

laugh like a coffin, breathe in sounds.

Floating in minor chords, awoken

by pianos, folded into masks,

something occurs (I don’t know what).

I land in silence, walk around it,

inspect its lack of empty substance,

go back to wearing glasses.

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