We, in ever-changing harmonies, throb below the limit of the audible:
so deep and slow within the time of flesh, blood, bone- too deep to know;
so high to merge in fading silver-blue of space - beyond all visibility.
Drawing in to sense this pulse beneath the skin, this sound-light just behind the air, so earth and sky we vocalize;
Drawing in to shape the lustre of momentary harmony in a fugitive I.
This I, this shimmering iridescent carapace:
Shield glittering to magnetize, or charm, or hide, repel, make time slide off or hold.
And here continue now
shielding that solitude of untamed waiting,
naked, absolute and mutable as silk and night.
Where solitude is singing, singing.
Present for you now.