The wave broken,
Over the copper bow of lunar light
The sweet, warm waters gathering me
In its saccharine bosom
Floating me down the gentle crest
Of retreating thought
–
The stars, hidden by flashes of lightning
Call to me in soaring melodies
Harmonized with the beat of my heart
Blasted through amplifiers
Glorious strains of soul fuck rock
In myriad spectral frequencies
–
The wave churns and I with it
The sweetness of peach lays upon my tongue
Music grows discordant
Chords and spectra break apart
Leaving only chunks upon the floor
Until at long last they resolve into glorious harmony
