bleached faces red bodies of light african drum movement

sticky amphibians teeth taste tranquil tension amongst oscillations

the form of which is visualised in neon using both eyes to subtract from each other

brilliant contentedness, banal

euphoria

everything is everything nothing is nothing is something i’ve been thinking and sharing and caring about flickers of recognisable

objects, the transition in waveforms brainwaves

and direction,

no alpha omega but an offering of gamma that inherently mutates the virgin cells that vigilantly bear witness but silent as if their testimony is

beyond expression

not words, not thoughts not tangible manifestations but the connection to a moment i don’t even remember

the greater narrative forms a serial education, the path of which we must choose

ourselves and stay true or risk getting lost on the way,

the choice is ours,

the voice is mine and it narrates each time i find myself squinting out the corner of my mind’s eye,

at the open university of house music.