Now that the winter is here I find myself noticing my most recent limitations.
Currents bounce off the walls, intent brought in with echos of my imaginations.
I often, throughout the day, dream myself into the closets of my coffers.
And there I observe all the symbols that dance. Songs only I can experience.
I see where songs are curled up, piling up in a flicker, and resting for too long.
I hear where songs are communicating, titled in prose, it’s volume and measures.
I feel where distorting notes are held, where they are loud, repetitive. And where they are released into a symphony.
Matrix or not I witness the shedding of old hearing. I prepare often for resurrection and ring bells.
I touch, I hold, I reach with my hands to reveal the memories of my limitations. So that I may shed them. Relationships, loyalty, and my destiny.