Infinite Sound Shapes

Shapes, shifting
Everlasting transformation

The words within, the words without
A sound
Combinations possible
Of impossible transmutations

In silence

Where to put this string of leaves,
Winding ’round a stem of hands,

Twice the length of moebious strips,
In fractal facetted phrases,
Engraved into blades of glass

Shattered, shapes
Shards of reality

Tuned into woodwind instruments
Uttering phatic sighs,
Weaving them into garlands
A coronation in double-helix strands
Entwining, out of ephemeral shells


To stretch out into midnight space