Continuum

The notes connect me to a human 

continuum that stretches back to the Awakening,

each melody dripping the blood of players past, 

every one in the audience, 

listening.



I feel their weight in my breath,

steady gazes challenging me 

to abandon math,

abandon myself to love…





…and they take wing like mayflies 

		emerging from a river 



swarm 

	condensing into movement 

		of lips and hands 

	of hips and magic wands



flutter about the room,

		     landing on tables, in hair, 

        clinging exhausted to clothes, 

	                         drunk on the euphoria of flight

 

fly into ears to lay eggs

	larvae growing into associations, 

			feeding on memories of cigarette smoke,

		weak beer, the colour of your eyes



spiral away

	               their small yellow songs, our oxygen 

	a flash of rapture 

		a nameless but beheld resurrection