I am Heard
I am invisible
I am the inaudible frequency that blankets our universe
A phantasmic force like gravity,
Like trees holding up the sky with their wooden fingertips,
balancing the scheme of things
I am part of all of this.
I am with and without.
I am metal and flesh.
I am an auditory cyborg, a keyboard with broken teeth,
Spilling out screams,
out of tune.
Like a defective airbag, waiting for its last face-punch
I am bloody as iron.
I am warm as a womb.
I am sound.
sampled, looped, ripped, and recycled.
Keep strumming on my harp.
I will break at my brittle attachments,
snap back at you,
show you my internal circuit-board of veins
pulsing out red light
like the sun intermittently penetrating the trees,
beating rhythm into the world
I am in your eardrums.
I am not invisible.